I raised Jerry from less than a week old.
I got Kevin today. I already have a Kevin, but someone needed to rehome this Kevin (that's how I got the first Kevin too).
He has a tail abscess I'm going to get checked out, otherwise seems healthy and friendly. He's at work with me at the moment.
I tried lightly putting the kitten's hernia back inside, it will go back into place easily, but of course will pop right back out of not held like most hernia
I used an elastic wrist band , held the hernia in place with my finger, wrapped rhr wrist brace with just slight pressure around the kitten, and it worked. I can just barely slide my pinky in between the wrist brace (hernia belt) to check and see, the hernia is staying in.
As you can see, the kitten seems content, can play. Etc.
Pardon the loose litter on the pad, they were playing in the box (ugh) while I was wrapping him.
I got the four kittens, 3 boys, 1 girl.
One orange tabby has a decent sized umbilical hernia. It's getting fixed Monday, that was the best I could do at 4pm on a Friday. He's eating, pooping, seems otherwise healthy.
I told the woman I'd pay for her mother cat to be spayed, that's being done Friday.
Heard mews Friday...someone blessed us with a pregnant mom that had kittens in some straw I had under the shed.
I let them be a while and went to check on the kittens, they seemed to be ok. They were crawling over one another it appeared. I decided to take a closer look...they were tangled on straw and each other's umbilical cords. One had it wrapped around his throat so tight it looked like it was cutting into the skin. It was wrapped around his upper front leg the same way.
I couldn't separate them more than half an inch, so I had to take small sewing scissors, sterilized best I could in a hurry, and carefully cut the cord from the first one's throat and leg, then one at a time as best as I could, snip away the tangle of placenta, cords from the kittens, and straw.
The mom is confused, she wants to love on me, then lunges to attack. This was Friday. The first kitten I mentioned passed Saturday. I had them all in a big kennel, the mom kept moving it away. Another kitten passed Saturday night. She kept moving it away. (Just to clarify , she was moving the kittens away while they were alive, not moving a deceased kitten. Just wanted to clarify before a rude "why are you leaving dead kittens with the mom" comment is posted ")
Sunday she began having severe watery diarrhea, and had moved both remaining kittens away, one into a litter box, another under a heat lamp.
I took those two inside, she seemed confused, like she didn't want her kittens, but at the same time didn't want them gone. I treated her for worms and coccidia. The kittens are about 4 days old now, eating 2-3 ml every 2-3 hours. They're loud and vocal if disturbed.
We're having inspection of some sort for accreditation at our tech College today...had to bring them with me to feed of course. Hoping I don't get in trouble or fired, if I mess up this accreditation I will be. All it would take is one cat hater on the committee.
Here are the remaining two on a heat pad not long after I took them. T
One of three male cat/kittens that appeared a bit ago. I can touch the orange one (Mr Orange) and his brother (Mr Brown, not pictured), but the Tuxedo (Mr Black) won't let me get closer than this video (10-15ft maybe).
These two are together a fair bit, doing the same thing.
Wolf showed up a few years ago, he had an abscess on his chest. It took a few days, but I caught him. He just fell over and started drooling when I eventually touched him back then.
He wasn't neutered, so we had that done.
I have no idea where he came from, and he disappears for weeks it seems. He appears to be living somewhere, he's not scarred up, he's nice sized, and it friendly. When I do see him in the yard he always kind of waits for me and and wants me to speak. He still drools immediately upon being touched.
*update: Vet got him unblocked, lots of blood clots came out. Bloodwork was ok . They're keeping him till Thursday at least he said*
Caught this guy in the yard yesterday. He came up to me actually. A big unneutered male someone donated I think. I kenneled him, checked on him a little while ago and the litterbox was full of blood, his male parts bloody, and his bladder big and hard.
Sitting at the vet's office now. He'll be spending the night.
Calling him Rusty.
Mom said there was a young female cat hanging around the delivery bay at the hospital for a while. Apparently no one there wanted her, everyone had an excuse why they couldn't take her.
Brought her home.
Not the best video, she was more interested in food, had already eaten a can a minute earlier. She's super loving, tried to kind of turn her so people can see her.
Leas than 10 seconds after I sit down, there's almost always a cat in my lap.
Sister up top, she has one eye. Booger bottom left, she's deaf, has CH, amd a heart murmur. Polly bottom right, she's just fat.
Was blessed with an extra $1500 in donations, was a good thing. Vet bill was $1795 for the three cats I took.
Romeo the Tuxedo and White Face the (whatever he is?). Romeo has turned into a behemoth.
A lot of these kitties were in the shelter, then there was the initial breakout where the tree fell and made a bridge to get out.
I put many back in, but they began breaking out constantly, there'd be a new hole every day. I can't find the latest escape routes. They seem so happy running around, but I hate them being exposed.
A large part of me wants to just make them easy access to get back in and let them be and enjoy life. I wish I could privacy fence the entire yard and get that big dog to watch over them. Got to pay off $500ish more to the vet before I ever get a piece of fence.
I put out a lot of dry food, then go back around and spread out the canned. That let's some get full and leaves more canned for older or shy kitties.
Not sure what species of cat this is, but he sure has a glossy coat. I guess all that cat food is working.
He shows up the same time each day, gets within maybe two feet of me, watches me, and then eats with everyone.
Today was a bad day, left work at 11:30am when I almost passed out several times. I decided to try the once weekly 50,000 IU of D3, seeing as it's rat poison, I was hesitant to take a high dose. My D3 is bottomed out, my folate bottomed out, iron ,etc.
My bones hurt to touch (entire spine, hips, elbows)
I went to CVS and got a B complex that has folate. Oddly enough my B12 is triple the high range. I wish I hadn't searched "why is my b12 elevated ". I'm hoping the B12 supplements are why. I also got some K2 and fish oil and a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I hate cinnamon, but it helps my guts I accidentally discovered.
I came home, hesitantly took the vitamins, and basically passed out and woke up 4 hours later. I will say I feel a lot better. I went out to feed the cats and put the food on the big wagon I use.
It was then I discovered...a stowaway.
Went outside to get some litter and stopped to pet a few kitties. You can hear Newman (the orange tabby) purring his loud, squeaky purr. Nosey was in my lap, Tilly and her daughter Red Girl were to my left, Penguin to my right.
Doctor wanting to admit me to the hospital, says I'm in dire need of blood transfusion. Of course I can't go in for admission, cause cats. Dad is currently in the hospital for pneumonia.
I'm not real keen on the thought of getting blood. If it's life or death, I suppose...but I would rather not. I know that sounds dumb. The last two days I literally do feel like something is seriously, physically wrong. I'm getting iron infusion tomorrow.
Work still has the "you can take unpaid leave or work through it" response., no reasonable accommodations. I can't get disability insurance because it won't cover a preexisting disability.
Hummer, he actually is in the shelter now. He went in himself and shows no desire to come back out.
Got him years ago, brought to me by my cousin who found him sitting by the door as a small kitten at a gas station in the neighboring town 35 miles away. She saw him two days in a row and grabbed him and brought him to me.
She said she'd come back to visit him and pay for his neuter, never did either, but I mean at least he wasn't left sitting by the front door of the gas station.
Felt bad as usual, tried napping, Weiser helped. No money for cat food this weekend, usually restock on Friday, get paid Monday this time. No money for vet bills, no money for growing flea problem. Pet Armor and its capstar equivalent (and apparently Frontline) seem useless.
Just an update on Booger. The pills are working. It looked like they weren't, the fluid stayed so long, much longer than with shots it seemed.
I got up two days ago, her sides were sunken in. This is a good thing. She's eating well, wants loving. She'll fatten back up now.
Just have to keep on with pills. I'm getting the pills through a website, no help from any FIP group. I wasted a long time trying to get assistance that way for Booger. Spent hundreds on labs just to "show" it was FIP to get help getting meds, then never get the help, when I knew Booger's history.
She came from the barn colony. The original group. When we relocated them here in 2014 over 12 had FIP. It's with a fair amount of certainty that I can say that entire colony had at some point been exposed.
I knew with her being a "senior" of 9 years the vet would push extra tests. She also has a heart murmur.
