I have plenty of Pinterest projects lined up to keep me out of trouble, but I decided to take in a near-death kitten instead. I just love stressing myself out over an animal I barely know and spending hundreds of dollars that I can’t really afford so that I can clean up animal messes and destruction. That’s not really how I see it, but that’s how I feel when I look at myself from the outside.
I’ve written on Facebook about how we found the perfect kitten on my in-laws’ farm. Some jerks dropped off this wonderful cat who is too gentle and loving to be a farm cat. Something happened to the cat the day before we got back to the farm – the ear was bloody and his tongue was poking out of his mouth, also bloody. I stressed all weekend about this poor kitten. We did our best to care for him and clean his wounds, but he needed a trip to the vet. The employees at the vet’s were amazingly wonderful people who cared about little Pad Kee Meow. I kept asking for an outright prognosis on his condition. They would give me the diagnosis, but wouldn’t tell me the words I wanted to hear – “He should be just fine.” So, my worrying continued late into the night.
After two days of meds, food, water, and care, I took Pad Kee back to see the vet. The vet was amazed at the progress that Pad Kee had made and gave me a much better prognosis this time. The lovely vet tech cleaned out Pad Kee’s ear again and gave him a dewormer, something they were afraid to do initially since he was so dehydrated and malnourished. Lil Pad Kee continued to improve. He ate dry food with his tiny kitten teeth and his healed mouth, which helped his rank breath improve. His ears still had some scabs, but looked more like he may have scratched a bit too vigorously at them rather than that he must have narrowly escaped some fierce creature that mauled his ear.
The little fighter was still sweet as can be. All he wanted was food and attention, preferably at the same time. Taking care of him was alot of work, but it also made me think back to when I adopted Elska. She was a skinny little rat, with a sore on her ear and fleas. She was 99% scared and 1% loving. If you stuck your hand out, she would pet herself on it and purr like a motorcycle. Then, she would seemingly remember that she was nervous and jump away from your hand to run and hide under furniture. Anyone who has been around Elska knows that she’s still very nervous and scared, but she has improved a great deal. She’s an old lady cat now, as opposed to an old cat lady, which is what I am. She’s about 60% scared and 40% loving. She’s even started to be brave enough to go out into the backyard at night. Ben doesn’t think we should let Pad Kee into the backyard because he will gladly go home with anyone that walks by, unlike Elska, who runs back into the house if she hears anyone walk by on the sidewalk at the bottom of the hill that’s beside our brick neighborhood wall. (After I typed that, I moved my leg and she jumped into the air and off the couch where she was napping.)
So, I’m pretty confident that Pad Kee will make a full recovery and be a part of our family for years to come. I keep reminding myself to take it one day at a time, just like a recovering addict or Valerie Bertinelli. On the plus side, I have learned quite a bit about various cat breeds and feline herpes. I could definitely ace those two categories in a game of Jeopardy! I also got sick a week after we got Pad Kee, which forced me to take one day at a time because I had a hard time keeping track of day and night. Also, I wished that we hadn’t gone to streaming only because I would’ve liked to had the ability to watch some Jeopardy!