Subtitle: Is there anything in the world more pitiful than a kitty in a cone?
So, my poor Porkchop kitty has just had surgery for a bilateral perineal hernia. This condition is apparently so rare in female cats that the surgeon, who has been working for 40 years, and is a professor emeritus from Auburn Vet School, has not only never seen a case before now, he has never even read a case study of one.
So the poor kitty currently has a shaved ass, has two large, sutured incisions down either side of her anus, has to wear a cone, and has to be kept in a 4’x4’ space for the next 6 weeks.
She’s absolutely miserable. I go in several times a day to give her medicine, empty her litter (she’s pooping, which is a huge relief), feed and water her, and give her lots of hugs. She has no idea what has happened to her, or why her butt hurts, or why she’s being kept in prison. But every time I come in and pop her collar off to give her a bit of a break, she goes absolutely crazy with affection.
She struggles into my lap, purring like something’s rattling around inside her. She kneads her claws. She butts her head against my chin. She just wants reassurance and love.
And then I have to bottle her back up, and she howls like she has a broken heart. Poor girl.
And yes, it cost us a mint to get her fixed up. And no, the vet doesn’t know why she got a hernia, and that’s very worrisome. Some of my friends think I’m an utter fool to drop $1500 on surgery for a cat, but she’s my buddy! We’ve been together a long time. I accepted the responsibility for her, and I can’t just cast her aside because she has some problems, damn it!