Very, very long post ahead (apologies around):
First of all, thank you everybody for the concern, “co-misery”, and anecdotes. I apologize for the delayed details…
Cervaise, when I was still in high school (18 years ago), I dreamt I cut off my dog’s pupils, by first pulling his face off like a halloween mask. Nightmares are nightmares… and that one really, really sucked.
Cheesesteak, your story is near verbatim to mine…
Secondly, for a quick update, Isabella is fine.
She passed ALL the tests… no leukemia, no FIV, no worms of any kind, but we’re still 1 for 3… Ziggy is still in the hospital, along with my 16 year old, Miranda. Ziggy’s symptoms were, refusal to eat or drink, drooling, and foaming at the mouth. It had never happened before, so of course I freaked and hospitalized him. But I didn’t want to ruin my wife’s only refuge with her family, so I tried to warn her without scaring her. It wasn’t easy.
Here’s the long story (please excuse my BAC):
We had two happy healthy cats, Miranda and Ziggy, and my wife (as they tend to do ) wanted a new “baby”. Over and over she practically begged, but not really. She understood my reasoning for not bringing in a new kitten.
But the Spirit of Christmas overcame me while my beloved was away. I figured we could “rescue” a poor, poor kitty, while making my wife very happy, and giving Ziggy a playmate… It seems that Miranda just doesn’t like other animals. I don’t know why, but apparently they remind her of her own “wretchedness”.
Anyway, as expected, Miranda hissed at the new kitten, but Ziggy welcomed her because as a juvenile he had experienced the same misdirected agression from the matriarch feline.
Nowadays, a healthy Ziggy weighs twenty pounds (!). All muscle, a big neutered tomcat. I think there’s a term for it in humans… “Eunich”? I just remember “History of the World, Part 1”, with “no no no no no no no no no yes, yes…” The castrated ones ended up bigger. Is this typical?
Hennyweigh, I decided to bring home the greatest Christmas present ever. 'Twas a gift to not only my wife, but to her fave, Ziggy, as well… No longer would the biggest coolest fetchingest cat ever have to put up with persnickety biznatches… He’d have the sweetest little thang ready to intercept his LOVE.
And there we were: Fresh little 12 week old kitty, unafraid, walks up to the dominant male who outweighs her one to ten…
Really, 2 pounds to 20). They “kiss”, and 26 hours later Ziggy is drooling, refusing to eat or drink, practically foaming at the mouth.
26 hours after that, Miranda also refuses to eat or drink…and both cats are now, in the vet’s words, “Hooked up” to the I.V.
Of course this course is the correct one. If a cat refuses to drink water for two or three days, it WILL DIE unless FORCED TO DRINK or PLACED ON AN I.V.
That’s where we stand right now.
They’ve given Ziggy 13 X-Rays.
They’ve given him barium to make the X-rays more definitive.
Dr. Kelly is the Best Vet Ever.
She showed my wife and I the X-Rays, and explained why dark spots are trapped gas in his intestines… and why barium shows up as a blockage in his lower tract
All we can do now is hope…
I KNOW our two strong kitties can MAKE IT, if only they stay hydrated. And our cool-assed vets insist
on keeping them hydrated via IV, after days of dehydration, and they also refuse to prematurely operate. (as some prick money-grubber-vets) might do.
So we’re up to almost two fucking thousand dollars. But it’s worth my wife’s sanity.
It’s worth my love for my cat.
It’ll probably suck when our future human child needs braces.