petiteoiseau
Rollerblading along the road
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As I mentioned before, I feed feral cats courtesy of my husband who feels sorry for them. We have been trying to catch them and get them fixed but Trey (yes, I name them), one of the kittens, apparently ended up pregnant herself. I had seen her with a bit of a belly which suddenly disappeared but I wasn't sure (she is not one to come close to me and my eyesight is not what it used to be). About a week ago, I noticed her coming out of a cat house we had set up under the stairs to the backyard and, when I looked in, I saw very small kittens in there so I put up boards all around the stairs to prevent the dogs from bothering/scaring her or the kittens. A few days later, she moved them to another location and we couldn't find their new location. But, the day before yesterday, I heard kittens meowing in there again and, yesterday afternoon, I moved one of the boards so I could crawl under and look inside and, as soon as I move the board, I see a dead kitten in front of the cat house. It was cold and had flies on him so I picked him up to bury him when he moved! I ran inside, clean him up as best as I could (he had fly eggs all over, inside his eyes, his mouth, etc) and dried/warmed him with a blow drier. He looked mighty sick and very dehydrated so I gave him some subq fluids and fed him some cat milk to which I added extra water (I had just gotten back from buying the indoor cats dry food and had gotten a can of a special milk for old cats I give to my 19 year old). I set him up in a soft towel inside a plastic bucket I put on top of a space heater in the canary room and went to look at the other ones. They were in better shape but their eyes were all infected, too, so they also came inside with me. I cleaned their eyes with drops of artificial human tears and Qtips, put ophthalmic antibiotic ointment in them, gave all of them subq fluids, Clavamox, mixed Lysine with their milk and fed everybody twice doing a little bit at a time because they would not suck the kitten bottle so I had to use a syringe. But, when I fed them at 11 pm, the little one that had been left out to die was not really responsive, would not eat at all and, when I wiped his booty to make him 'go', there was blood so I knew he was not going to make it. When I came downstairs at 3 am to feed them, he was dead, the poor, poor little thing!
So, now, thanks to my idiot husband who doesn't learn from his mistakes (this is the third time we end up with sick feral kittens and guess who has to do all the work, all the worrying, the medicating, the getting up in the middle of the night and who ends up doing all the crying when they don't make it? I don't have to give you more than one guess, do I?), I now have 8 cats and my work cut out for me for the next three weeks or so until they start eating on their own - and this if they actually make it!
I already have an apt for them with my vet for tomorrow (he has surgery today but I would have insisted on today if the sicker one would have made it). The bigger one is a brown tabby that looks as if it's going to have long hair when grown, the one that died was the mid-size one, black with white mittens, and the other one is the smallest and all black (one of its eyes is worse than the other but there wasn't any pus in it this morning and they are eating and peeing, and they went number two yesterday -diarrhea). If they have leukemia, I'll put them down because nobody wants a leukemia positive cat and I can't keep them. I would have to isolate them so they would not infect my cats and I don't have an extra room I can use for them (one guest room is the parrots room, the other is the cat room, then there is my husband's study and even the mud room is been used by the canaries). But, if they are only FIV positive, I'll keep them myself. Ay, ay, ay....
So, now, thanks to my idiot husband who doesn't learn from his mistakes (this is the third time we end up with sick feral kittens and guess who has to do all the work, all the worrying, the medicating, the getting up in the middle of the night and who ends up doing all the crying when they don't make it? I don't have to give you more than one guess, do I?), I now have 8 cats and my work cut out for me for the next three weeks or so until they start eating on their own - and this if they actually make it!
I already have an apt for them with my vet for tomorrow (he has surgery today but I would have insisted on today if the sicker one would have made it). The bigger one is a brown tabby that looks as if it's going to have long hair when grown, the one that died was the mid-size one, black with white mittens, and the other one is the smallest and all black (one of its eyes is worse than the other but there wasn't any pus in it this morning and they are eating and peeing, and they went number two yesterday -diarrhea). If they have leukemia, I'll put them down because nobody wants a leukemia positive cat and I can't keep them. I would have to isolate them so they would not infect my cats and I don't have an extra room I can use for them (one guest room is the parrots room, the other is the cat room, then there is my husband's study and even the mud room is been used by the canaries). But, if they are only FIV positive, I'll keep them myself. Ay, ay, ay....