The Wanderings of a Fanciful Muse

Insulin will be $138 and syringes nearly $40...

*sigh*

Insulin has easily tripled in price since I had to buy it for my cat Rainbow back in the late 90s....

Can't do it till the first. We've already tapped out our reserves to get him properly groomed and the blood panel done.

*goes off to sell sims*

Well, the last few days have been rather...interesting, to say the least.

First off, thanks to the person who sent us some money - believe me, it is appreciated. Thanks so much!

We moved Mauser and his belongings out into the bedroom. He couldn't come out till Thursday because he had to have deworming medicine, so we wanted to make sure that if he had any lil beasties in there, they'd be dead by the time we exposed his poo to the other cats.

We opened the door, and nothing happened. He wouldn't come out.

Then he ventured out a couple of times and who attacked him? The LAST one we expected. Little Isis with da toes (see my icon). Half-pint kitty decided to go postal on him, not once, but twice.

Turns out big mean basement cat is really scaredy kitty. He ran right back into his cage and wouldn't come out again.

Yesterday I crated up Isis in the other big cage, and even then, he wouldn't come out. Finally this afternoon we forced him out of the cage and folded it up. After glowering in the corner for awhile, he took up station on his bed, where it sat where the cage used to be.

Tonight, I took Isis out of the crate and put her outside of the bedroom with everyone else - and then he would venture forth. Now, every time I go in there, he greets me and gets up to meet me, then goes and eats. Very noisily. He also drinks rather noisily.

I watch him as he eats, then comes back for some more lovin, then goes back to eat, and I think about what his life must've been like. He had to have gotten into some real stinker fights to have his canines all busted up like that - either that or some asshole kicked him in the teeth. So many things scare him, and for all his noise, it's obvious because he loses his bowels if he gets really scared. He lost them coming out of the cage this afternoon. Sometimes I have to fight tears watching him and thinking of how bad his life used to be.

I figure I'll open the door at night and crate Little Miss Smarty Pants and then scoop her out in the morning, chase everyone else out, and let him have the bedroom. At least now he's moving around in it without feeling like he has to be nailed to a corner. In a few days I'll keep Isis crated during the day, then open the bedroom door again. Hopefully he'll lose some more of his fear and start relaxing.

These photos aren't the best, they're taken with a very cheap digital camera, but they prove that Mauser does indeed exist (I really DO have to find my other camera LOL):








We had all KINDS of fun and games at the vet yesterday. First, Mauser wanted nothing to do with the cat carrier. It took me two tries to get him in it and I finally had to stand it on end and put him in, ass first.

Second, we walked into the waiting room and it was - you got it - full of dogs. Poor Mauser, it's quite obvious he's had some bad run-ins with dogs. The fun didn't stop there, though. We finally got him into an exam room and he didn't want to come out of the carrier. By this time, he was so scared he'd gone both ways inside the carrier; when we first tried to dump him out, a big knurl of turds came forth. When I tried to grab it with paper towels, he couldn't tell it was MY hand reaching in, and he gave it a good go with his claws. Things are fine, of course; some bandages and Neosporin and things are healing nicely.

The vet tech that was helping us was quite obviously terrified of Mauser, and showed it. Naturally he smelled the fear and that made him all the more aggressive. He got under the bench and wouldn't come out, and instead of letting me calm him down and bring him out, she was flinging towels at him, getting him even more aggravated. Now, she had thick leather gloves on so why was she still scared to grab him? She finally got him wrapped in two towels and back on the exam table.

One thing we did find is he's anywhere from 3 to 6 years old. He has a full set of teeth and his canines are all busted up. Two were completely broken off, and the other two were chipped.

According to the folks at the vet today, he gave them a real run for their money getting him out and ready for surgery. Of course, once he was knocked out, they could neuter him and give him his shots and stuff without a problem.

He's home, in his little cage (as you can see) in the bathroom. I scritched him for awhile and he started purring a little. Poor guy!

The bills on this really set us back, so I hate to ask, but if any of you can donate any money to help defray the costs of rescuing this little guy, I'd really appreciate it. If you look in my sidebar, there is a PayPal button you can use. Thanks in advance.