AussieBird
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It had been quite the last couple weeks...
I've been working so much lately on top of trying to organize my entire animal household for a trip I was going on last week.
So this story starts on the 8th when I was at work and someone walks up to me and hands me a tiny orange kitten and asks me to set him up in a cage till the pound could come get him in a hour. I think the fact I held him was "mistake" #1. I went onto my lunch break shortly after and next thing I know I'm making phone calls and walking back into work and claiming a foster kitten
Should've been simple after that, right? I set up plans immediately for him to go back to the vet clinic to board the following week while I was going to be away. I had to work again the next day so it was on the 10th (Wednesday) I bathed him because he had diarrhea but then I realized while cleaning out his pen that he has blood in the diarrhea. I call up the vet and they squeeze him in that afternoon. Get him wormed, antibiotics and switch him over to a prescription diet. All of Thursday he really wasn't showing improvement. Non-stop diarrhea and blood. Only way I was getting a reasonable amount of food into him was by syringe feeding. He was slowly losing interest in food and wasn't interested in taking a bottle (I never put him on a bottle to begin with but I was worried he was getting dehydrated too at that point). By Friday I knew there was no point waiting till Saturday, when I was supposed to be dropping him off anyway and so we were back at the vet and I wasn't going to see him all week, to be completely honest, I didn't think I'd be picking him up at all. Vet attempted to get an IV on him while I was there but he was too small, so I believe the plan was subcutaneous fluids. I didn't ask much about what the treatment plan was because I trusted them and I had a lot to focus on at home considering I was supposed to leave the next morning.
So come Saturday morning, while I'm rushing around preparing my animals, vet calls me to update. This vet is also my boss so honestly I could easily tell what were her thoughts on his state... it was not hopeful. I've not often had to make that call and find it really hard, but the vet agreed to see how he did over the rest of the day and late that night I get a text saying he's had improvement and being the weekend she was taking him home with her.
Fast forward to this last Saturday and me paranoidly promptly taking my dog to the vet the day after I get home
And I think I brought home the wrong cat 
He's loud and playful and eating nonstop. Spends the car trips he's taken with me rolling around his crate playing with toys and towels. Been a very long time since I've had such a young kitten but he's got a big attitude now he's feeling better.
I've been working so much lately on top of trying to organize my entire animal household for a trip I was going on last week.
So this story starts on the 8th when I was at work and someone walks up to me and hands me a tiny orange kitten and asks me to set him up in a cage till the pound could come get him in a hour. I think the fact I held him was "mistake" #1. I went onto my lunch break shortly after and next thing I know I'm making phone calls and walking back into work and claiming a foster kitten
Should've been simple after that, right? I set up plans immediately for him to go back to the vet clinic to board the following week while I was going to be away. I had to work again the next day so it was on the 10th (Wednesday) I bathed him because he had diarrhea but then I realized while cleaning out his pen that he has blood in the diarrhea. I call up the vet and they squeeze him in that afternoon. Get him wormed, antibiotics and switch him over to a prescription diet. All of Thursday he really wasn't showing improvement. Non-stop diarrhea and blood. Only way I was getting a reasonable amount of food into him was by syringe feeding. He was slowly losing interest in food and wasn't interested in taking a bottle (I never put him on a bottle to begin with but I was worried he was getting dehydrated too at that point). By Friday I knew there was no point waiting till Saturday, when I was supposed to be dropping him off anyway and so we were back at the vet and I wasn't going to see him all week, to be completely honest, I didn't think I'd be picking him up at all. Vet attempted to get an IV on him while I was there but he was too small, so I believe the plan was subcutaneous fluids. I didn't ask much about what the treatment plan was because I trusted them and I had a lot to focus on at home considering I was supposed to leave the next morning.
So come Saturday morning, while I'm rushing around preparing my animals, vet calls me to update. This vet is also my boss so honestly I could easily tell what were her thoughts on his state... it was not hopeful. I've not often had to make that call and find it really hard, but the vet agreed to see how he did over the rest of the day and late that night I get a text saying he's had improvement and being the weekend she was taking him home with her.
Fast forward to this last Saturday and me paranoidly promptly taking my dog to the vet the day after I get home
He's loud and playful and eating nonstop. Spends the car trips he's taken with me rolling around his crate playing with toys and towels. Been a very long time since I've had such a young kitten but he's got a big attitude now he's feeling better.
