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wednesday_10_00) wrote2007-04-24 12:20 am
wednesday_10_00) wrote2007-04-24 12:20 am
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V-Day
So on Saturday, we managed to catch Pumpkin (we lured him into a cat carrier with some food) and put him in our garage, hoping he would get a little more used to us before our trip to the vet today. It worked, but we all spent a lot of time this weekend washing our hands and applying antibacterial gel because he was FILTHY DIRTY. It was really kind of sad, because he would give you this pitiful look and be all "Pet me please?" and you wanted to, because he was so cute and sweet, but touching him was GROSS. We did a lot of brushing instead.
So anyway, this morning was his appointment at the vet. Mom and I both had to push to get him into the cat carrier, because he is big and really strong. But we took him in, and, other than a lot of pitiful crying (what cat doesn't cry pitifully when going to the vet?), he was really, really good. We picked him up later this afternoon after treatment for fleas, ear mites, worms and an eye infection, plus the shaving off of his mats and some snipping of certain male parts. (The confirmation that he was not neutered pretty much killed any sympathy I may have had for his previous humans. Is there anything I feel more strongly about than speutering cats? Probably not.) We spent the evening brushing and fawning over him, while attempting (unsuccessfully) to squash the heebie jeebies felt at the sheer number of fleas seen trying to abandon ship before the medicine kills them. Ew, ew, ew.
Some pictures, to show what bad shape he was in (I wish now that we'd taken him in sooner, poor baby! But he did a lot of running away, so I don't know if he'd have let us):
I'm pretty sure his belly was white once.
Pumpkin did not have "mats" so much as one HUGE mat, which covered a large part of his back and both sides. As you can see, parts of it on either side had begun to rip away from his skin, leaving bald spots and huge flaps of fur. (We debated cutting away these "wings," but eventually decided to just wait for the vet to take care of it, because we weren't sure how he would handle it and didn't want to accidentally cut him.)
A close-up of one side.
From tonight, with the mat shaved off. You can kind of see here just how big it was.
P.S. Not only do my parents keep calling him "Punky," they have now added "Punkster" into the mix. Words fail me.
So anyway, this morning was his appointment at the vet. Mom and I both had to push to get him into the cat carrier, because he is big and really strong. But we took him in, and, other than a lot of pitiful crying (what cat doesn't cry pitifully when going to the vet?), he was really, really good. We picked him up later this afternoon after treatment for fleas, ear mites, worms and an eye infection, plus the shaving off of his mats and some snipping of certain male parts. (The confirmation that he was not neutered pretty much killed any sympathy I may have had for his previous humans. Is there anything I feel more strongly about than speutering cats? Probably not.) We spent the evening brushing and fawning over him, while attempting (unsuccessfully) to squash the heebie jeebies felt at the sheer number of fleas seen trying to abandon ship before the medicine kills them. Ew, ew, ew.
Some pictures, to show what bad shape he was in (I wish now that we'd taken him in sooner, poor baby! But he did a lot of running away, so I don't know if he'd have let us):
I'm pretty sure his belly was white once.
Pumpkin did not have "mats" so much as one HUGE mat, which covered a large part of his back and both sides. As you can see, parts of it on either side had begun to rip away from his skin, leaving bald spots and huge flaps of fur. (We debated cutting away these "wings," but eventually decided to just wait for the vet to take care of it, because we weren't sure how he would handle it and didn't want to accidentally cut him.)
A close-up of one side.
From tonight, with the mat shaved off. You can kind of see here just how big it was.
P.S. Not only do my parents keep calling him "Punky," they have now added "Punkster" into the mix. Words fail me.