You’re doing good, Beck.
Give that JoJo a pat for me.
We human love slaves of yours know it too!
Wait a minute –
what’s he going to dart him with? something you got from a vet. that’s meant for use on cats, right?
Jail yard? LE?
Yes, it’s prescription only. Son has a lisc. to use a dart gun.
The jail yard is my name for the outside courtyard at the rehab center.
L.E. is law enforcement.
Thanks!
I don’t feel self conscious since all the hoomans here and all the animals everywhere love you, too.
Oh, and the director knew you were just the person to casually mention that cat to.
Aww. You’re sweet, my friend.
True about the director. I’m a sucker for hard luck cases.
And you wear that like an advertisement
I think Clarence sent Jojo your way.
So glad you’re doing better.
i hope all goes well tomorrow…
singing** jojo was a cat who found himself a beckers… now he’s headed for the vet… get beck… get beck… she’ll get you to the vet!**singing
Anyway…I went out, as planned.
All 3 cats came right to me.
Dot went right into the crate. She was fine til she realized Dash was not in there.
I got him in my lap feeding him cat treats as I slowly got up I felt him tense up. I turned around and was going down toward the crate opening and he sorta jumped into the crate.
Ba da bing! Cats wrangled!
Now…Alley Jojo. He was right near and purring til the others were crated.
I sent the janitor with the crates to the Director Lady.
I looked in the windows. And glass door. I had an audience. Oh, Lordy. I got concerned.
The next thing we’re doing to Jojo involved a gun looking thing.
I called one of the nurses out. I told her to speak to the peeps in the day room watching, we’re not killing Jojo, just tranquilizing him. And, for God sakes, don’t come outdoors. She said she would.
Son and the deputy were outside the perimeter of the court yard. He didn’t wanna come inside the fence cause he would have to walk thru the rehab center carrying the tranq gun.
The deputy said he could only shoot one direction because a concrete back of an old Kmart building.
Jojo had moved to another park bench. On the far side. It was a little further than Son-of-a-wrek was willing to try a shot.
He’s a very good shot but it was worrying him. I could tell.
He got in the prone sniper stance. The dart was loaded.
He was looking through the scope and saying, “can’t do it”
Uh oh. Jojo was on the move.
I decided to get some treats and get him closer to the bird bath. It was halfway between the bench and Son.
Jojo fell for it. I put treats on the ground right in Sons line of fire. He was on his haunches munching away.
I stepped well back.
I never wanna watch these things. I turned my head to look in the day room. Holy crap. The whole rehab center was watching.
I heard thunk. And it was over. Jojo went 2 feet and was down.
The Director came out with me some latex gloves and the crate Son-of-a-wrek brought. I put him in. Oh my god this poor cat was in just a horrible state of health. I don’t think he/she will pull thru.
The deputy left when Son locked the tranq gun up.
He came in and got the cat and left taking him to my Vet.
Ba da bing. It’s all over but the cryin’
I’m gonna cross my fingers for Jojo a cure…
Me and my life. Jeez, universe. Never a dull moment.
And Son-of-a-wrek. My hero of the day!
He’s goofy, but dang, that boy can shoot.
Wasn’t he a sniper?
All fingers crossed for JoJo.
And he was well enough to eat, well enough to come to you, well enough to get patted and to purr about it. His chances may be a lot better than you think.
Make sure the vet. knows he’s got a home waiting. (and, when you get him there, keep him shut in for a few days, so he has time to learn the advantages of hanging around.)
Ah Beck you have the touch as well as being a soft touch. Good on you and Son-of-a-Wrek.
C’mon JoJo, pleasant things await if you can make it.
Yes.
Yeah, my Vet knows I’m a sucker for hard luck cases.
The Vet called me this morning. Jojo needs surgery on that tail. The bent half needs to go. It’s already decomposing. And they will neuter him.
He had ear mites, bite marks, scars in the neck, ear and face area. Severe flea infestation. 3 missing toes. Malnourished, some nondescript skin infection. A broken tooth. His eyes were cloudy and dripping pus. And no-telling what else.
The Vet said it’s all curable. They’re gonna hold off on xrays til they get some of these other things controlled.
He said he’s been the sweetest thing, purring and meowing his pitiable meows.
They gave him some kinda medicated bath and some high powered antibiotics.
They said he looked a bit better and was begging for more food.
I told him go ahead with the surgeries.
I have hope in my heart, for him.