While Annie was in the paradise that's trouble-proof, she heard a cat crying, and since there are 1,327 on the property, I set out to find it. A new guy in town - a kitten - and when I lured it close enough to look closely, I could see that its jaw was broken. It tried to eat some food, but couldn't manage, and while we were feeling heartsick and wondering what to do, I gave it some soy milk and wet food to try to lap up.
Annie called a vet for guidance, but all they could suggest was to catch it and bring it in. She called the local shelter who admitted they would just put the animal down anyway. Research showed that a tape splint could be used, but no one was very reassuring about the outcome. John offered to take care of the situation in the old-time farm way. We just knew we couldn't let it die from starvation. We researched palliative care, and read that sometimes diphenhydramine makes cats sleep ("Benadryl therapy." You did it with your kids twice, don't deny it).
It stuck around overnight. The next morning Annie the Cat Whisperer caught it, so we took it right in to the vet to see if anything could be done to make it more comfortable or whether we should send it peacefully on its way.
GROSS-OUT WARNING: You're about to gross out.
The tech saw right away that the kitten had suffered a "degloving trauma," and showed us what she meant. She said that's really good news for this little ... girl? ... nope, guy. Good news for this little guy. He probably caught his chin on something, so that the chin itself was hanging down with the jaw denuded. He had some necrosis going on, so he smelled bad, and the wound was infected. But, they could reattach it and he would be able to eat and recover fully.
While she was gone to get the vet, we wept openly in the exam room. When we got the estimate, we wept again. So we can't leave Lake City this
The vet said she would do the FIV/FeLV test first, so that we didn't do anything elaborate for no reason. They called us with his negative results early, so that we could go ahead and rejoice and name him for his new owners. He is called Tuck C. Doe ("Doe" since we don't know his true identity); "Tucker" for short. We think he may have been a dump 'n' drive, showing up alone and obviously not feral.
|Sitting on his own vet bill. "Don't look at the total, look at ME!"|
Adding another cat is going the wrong direction, but I have to shrug. Shrug with me. Or send cat food; that's good, too.