The Ollie Tails: Part the First
*12.10.06*
As previously mentioned, I collected an elderly gentleman cat, hereon known as Ollie, from a vets in Kirby yesterday afternoon. He had apparently been brought in as a stray about a month ago, and had been in a cage - apparently unexamined - there ever since. He's a handsome, long black cat with a very loud voice and he seems quite happy to be stroked and talked to.
That's where the cosy stuff stops. This is not a well cat, guys. He's spent most of his time huddled under my bed and when he does venture out, he turns in tight circles constantly. I found a huge diarrhoea-y poo on the carpet this morning, I've shown him the litter tray but he was completely disinterested. He's clearly feeling too dizzy/unsteady to even try and get on the (low) bed; with much coaxing I managed to persuade him to get his paws up but in the end I had to lift him, and when he wanted to get down again it was a rather sad and undignified sort of slide off.
The very kind vet at the Ashfield practise in Sale (THANK YOU CPL for paying for that one!) has given him a big dose of antibiotics and steroids and I'm going to take Ollie back tomorrow to see if he's feeling any better, but to be honest I'm pretty sure that he is about due to go on to a happier hunting ground.
I'm absolutely livid at the previous vets who had him for a *month* and didn't bother to check his health out at all in all that time. I can't bear to think about how long this old chap has been feeling so sick and dizzy for - he spends so much time lying down that he's got calluses on his back legs.
As previously mentioned, I collected an elderly gentleman cat, hereon known as Ollie, from a vets in Kirby yesterday afternoon. He had apparently been brought in as a stray about a month ago, and had been in a cage - apparently unexamined - there ever since. He's a handsome, long black cat with a very loud voice and he seems quite happy to be stroked and talked to.
That's where the cosy stuff stops. This is not a well cat, guys. He's spent most of his time huddled under my bed and when he does venture out, he turns in tight circles constantly. I found a huge diarrhoea-y poo on the carpet this morning, I've shown him the litter tray but he was completely disinterested. He's clearly feeling too dizzy/unsteady to even try and get on the (low) bed; with much coaxing I managed to persuade him to get his paws up but in the end I had to lift him, and when he wanted to get down again it was a rather sad and undignified sort of slide off.
The very kind vet at the Ashfield practise in Sale (THANK YOU CPL for paying for that one!) has given him a big dose of antibiotics and steroids and I'm going to take Ollie back tomorrow to see if he's feeling any better, but to be honest I'm pretty sure that he is about due to go on to a happier hunting ground.
I'm absolutely livid at the previous vets who had him for a *month* and didn't bother to check his health out at all in all that time. I can't bear to think about how long this old chap has been feeling so sick and dizzy for - he spends so much time lying down that he's got calluses on his back legs.
posted by R at 10:24 pm
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