Prysma-Kitteh originally posted this in Miz Fooftaylz Tea Ruum.
We survived our epic journey with a vanload of cats!
We got our 7 overnight guests loaded in, and headed off to pick up the first pair that were already spirited out, added them in with a little bit of skilled Tetris-style rearranging, and off we went to pick up the second pair — eleven cats in all. Everyone was pretty quiet, actually, either too scared to yell (cats are predators, but they’re small ones, and too smart to tell the world they might be vulnerable) or they fell asleep.
Got to the clinic, got them all checked in. Since they knew we were coming, they actually scheduled a relatively light day, only 4 dogs ahead of our bunch. Once they got to the cats, we got to go back to the surgical area, since my friend used to work there, and she showed me all around — it was fascinating. She took me to the SPCA next door, too, and oh, man, that’s enough to make me want to move there and swear I’ll work there for life, all these big bright rooms, most of them colony rooms, and no horrible little steel cages at all.
The feral female was pregnant, which we didn’t know until they were actually doing the surgery. But, well, what would life have been for those four kittens if they’d been born? *sigh* Two of the boys, orange brothers, both had a problem called cryptorchidism, which means one testicle didn’t descend — it would have cost $3-400 for a regular vet to do each of them, since the vet had to go looking for the second one. It’s something that happens in inbred populations.
We got out a little earlier than we expected, and headed for home. The orange brothers have a country home together as outdoor mousers, with a warm house in a shed and food and care. We got the other two pairs dropped off at their respective homes, then came home and collapsed. Total time on the road: 4am until 9pm roughly.
But hey, I think my new meds must be working, ’cause I actually woke up at 8am reasonably conscious, instead of being a zombie today like I actually expected!!
My friend’s going to pick me up in a while, we’ll go see how our five guests are doing, clean their litter and feed them, and I want to work on socializing them a bit while I have them. (Treats, gushifud, catnip, lots of patience…)
I’ve got pictures of three of them, the less-feral ones.
Gurl Kitteh #1:
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Keep the beems and good wishes coming, that everyone heals up with no complications so we don’t have to haul them all the way back to Newmarket to get looked at!!! These poor guys have been through enough, they deserve some peace now!!!