Moar on Maybe.
May. 19th, 2010 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonvoiceFirstly, a big thank you to those who have pimped artwork, bought artwork, and that one special person who donated money (you know who you are, *epic hugs to you*) for this. Thank you so much for your prayers, well wishes and thoughts, it is so touching to realise how many hearts Maybe has found her way into in such a short amount of time. :)
Maybe has made it through surgery, and is just waking up now.
We're allowed to go visit her around five/five thirty, but she'll be in overnight for at least one night of observation. I'll bring my camera with me and see if she's up for a no-flash photo, but otherwise I'll take a photo of the crap they pulled out of her intestine, since we're gonna dissect it together, like a big party of 'the crap from Maybe's intestinal tract'.
The necklace she ate wasn't actually the problem, and it was likely she ate the fabric trying to flush out the two other objects she ate, which none of us have any idea about (not like we could have, her behaviour didn't start changing until late last night). They are greeny blue, and fuzzy, apparently. We think it may have been part of a cat toy (we're progressing onto small Kongs and Wubba Kongs for her anyway, with her teething/chewing habits, normal cat toys are becoming 'death traps,' literally).
In the meantime, Dr. Barry asked us who had her sterilised; and we were like 'no idea, she was a rescue kitten (i.e. she was sterilised, vaccinated and microchipped before we got her), it'll say on her vaccination form.' The original vet who sterilised her left remnants an ovary and a piece of uterine lining inside of her, which - uncool!
Incidentally, the place where she was originally sterilised was Ocean Keys Vet Hospital.
I am pretty stressed out, but grateful, today has been an ordeal for all of us. Our athletic, slightly insane, intelligent, loving beauty has only been with us for three and a half months, but she's already made a huge impact on us.
Except for Moet. Moet is dealing with her absence just fiiiiine. Heh.
Meanwhile, I suppose it will be 'cone of shame' (I do not like the cone of shame) for about two weeks; which I've already dealt with before with cats (i.e. when Smokey had an eye removed, which was another 'epically major' surgery, but then, he got caught up in a hit and run where the driver didn't stop...). Poor Maybe. She's had a rough life. Left on the side of the road in the middle of bushland with her two sisters. Saved thirty minutes before being slated for euthanasia.
And unwanted by everyone except Glen and I because from some angles she is a tad cross-eyed and apparently 'boring looking' despite being a 'vet thinks it likely' bengal cross, and having those killer ear tufts, and finally stuck with a family who bombards her with cuddles, hugs, love, toys, cat towers, and an older brother for her to boss around, and clearly greeny blue fuzzy things for her to eat. And now, major abdominal surgery and randoms playing around in her insides, plus the cone of shame. Eesh.
I am so glad we get to visit our girl this afternoon.
As usual, more to come...
Maybe has made it through surgery, and is just waking up now.
We're allowed to go visit her around five/five thirty, but she'll be in overnight for at least one night of observation. I'll bring my camera with me and see if she's up for a no-flash photo, but otherwise I'll take a photo of the crap they pulled out of her intestine, since we're gonna dissect it together, like a big party of 'the crap from Maybe's intestinal tract'.
The necklace she ate wasn't actually the problem, and it was likely she ate the fabric trying to flush out the two other objects she ate, which none of us have any idea about (not like we could have, her behaviour didn't start changing until late last night). They are greeny blue, and fuzzy, apparently. We think it may have been part of a cat toy (we're progressing onto small Kongs and Wubba Kongs for her anyway, with her teething/chewing habits, normal cat toys are becoming 'death traps,' literally).
In the meantime, Dr. Barry asked us who had her sterilised; and we were like 'no idea, she was a rescue kitten (i.e. she was sterilised, vaccinated and microchipped before we got her), it'll say on her vaccination form.' The original vet who sterilised her left remnants an ovary and a piece of uterine lining inside of her, which - uncool!
Incidentally, the place where she was originally sterilised was Ocean Keys Vet Hospital.
I am pretty stressed out, but grateful, today has been an ordeal for all of us. Our athletic, slightly insane, intelligent, loving beauty has only been with us for three and a half months, but she's already made a huge impact on us.
Except for Moet. Moet is dealing with her absence just fiiiiine. Heh.
Meanwhile, I suppose it will be 'cone of shame' (
And unwanted by everyone except Glen and I because from some angles she is a tad cross-eyed and apparently 'boring looking' despite being a 'vet thinks it likely' bengal cross, and having those killer ear tufts, and finally stuck with a family who bombards her with cuddles, hugs, love, toys, cat towers, and an older brother for her to boss around, and clearly greeny blue fuzzy things for her to eat. And now, major abdominal surgery and randoms playing around in her insides, plus the cone of shame. Eesh.
I am so glad we get to visit our girl this afternoon.
As usual, more to come...
