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Poor Moose had four teeth removed. But I don’t think he’s stopped eating since he came home. The top photo was taken moments after we returned. His appearance has completely changed now and he’s running all over the house.
The first vet knew at a glance what was wrong with Moose, an infection and a loose tooth. But he didn’t look beyond that. The infection was much broader and other teeth were damaged. He gave Moose a shot of pain killer and another of long-lasting antibiotics. He did not, however, make note of that in any of the clinic’s paperwork. So the second vet was only aware of it because San Geraldo had that information. The antibiotic wasn’t even the best for mouth infections. The second vet administered a different one. She apologized. I wondered aloud if it was the difference between a man and a woman. A kind of macho arrogance. She liked my theory and laughed. Another thing I found telling about the first vet was his explanation of red and white blood “selfs.” In trying to understand what he was saying, I repeated, “red and white blood cells?” He indignantly reiterated “selfs!”
There is blue tape wrapped around Moose’s leg that we need to remove. I wish the vet had done it because Moose doesn’t tolerate us as much as he does the vet. He’s been working at it, but when we touch it, you’d think the world had come to an end. At some point today, I plan to throw a bath towel over him, wrap him up, and be the boss. He clawed both SG’s arms yesterday when he tried to casually remove it. Then he spent a good part of the night sleeping curled against San Geraldo, but he still doesn’t trust him completely. The ingrate!
Last night, as he purred, I snuggled with him, laid my head on his, kissed his nose. Not a problem. I touched the bandage and he moved away. The jerk.
He has to have antibiotics and medication twice a day for 7 days. At first, San Geraldo tried to administer it directly into his mouth (as instructed). Fat chance. Now he simply injects it into the wet or liquid food and Moose inhales it. Of course, we have to keep Dudo from inhaling it, too. They were both asleep on the terrace late in the evening. Moose was at the far end of the terrace ready to make his escape. I bent down and whispered: “Don’t tell your brother. Do you want a treat?” He jumped up and followed me into the kitchen while Dudo slept. When we retrieved Moose yesterday, the vet laughed and said, “Right now, he hates me.” But she did say he was perfectly behaved and very gentle. Not her typical patient. Not so with us. The jerk! We (San Geraldo) will have to get him back in the travel cage next Wednesday for a follow-up visit to the vet. We’re already dreading that.
We went to this particular vet because they had weekend emergency hours. Our usual vet is closed weekends. Although we very much liked and trusted the vet who treated Moose, we probably wouldn’t go back for anything else.
Al pobre Moose le extrajeron cuatro dientes. Pero no creo que haya dejado de comer desde que llegó a casa. La foto superior fue tomada momentos después de que regresáramos. Su apariencia ha cambiado completamente ahora y corre por toda la casa.
El primer veterinario supo de un vistazo qué le pasaba a Moose: una infección y un diente flojo. Pero no miró más allá de eso. La infección fue mucho más amplia y muchos dientes resultaron dañados. Le dio a Moose una inyección de analgésico y otra de antibióticos de larga duración. Sin embargo, no lo mencionó en ningún documento de la clínica. Entonces la segunda veterinaria solo se enteró porque San Geraldo tenía esa información. El antibiótico ni siquiera era el mejor para las infecciones bucales. La segunda veterinaria le administró uno diferente. Ella se disculpó. Me pregunté si esa era la diferencia entre un hombre y una mujer. Una especie de arrogancia machista. A ella le gustó mi teoría y se rió.
Hay cinta azul enrollada alrededor de la pierna de Moose que debemos quitar. Ojalá lo hubiera hecho el veterinario porque Moose no nos tolera tanto como el veterinario. Ha estado trabajando en ello, pero cuando lo tocamos, uno pensaría que el mundo ha llegado a su fin. En algún momento de hoy, planeo arrojarle una toalla de baño, envolverlo y ser el jefe. Ayer arañó ambos brazos de SG cuando intentó quitárselo casualmente. Luego pasó buena parte de la noche durmiendo acurrucado contra San Geraldo, pero todavía no confía en él del todo. ¡El ingrato!
Anoche, mientras ronroneaba, me acurruqué con él, recosté mi cabeza sobre la suya y le besé la nariz. No fue un problema. Toqué el vendaje y él se alejó.
Tiene que recibir antibióticos y medicamento dos veces al día durante 7 días. Al principio, San Geraldo intentó administrárselo directamente en la boca (según las instrucciones). ¡Como si! Ahora simplemente lo inyecta en la comida húmeda o líquida y Moose lo inhala. Por supuesto, también debemos evitar que Dudo lo inhale. A última hora de la noche ambos dormían en la terraza. Moose estaba en el otro extremo de la terraza listo para escapar. Me incliné y susurré: “No se lo digas a tu hermano. ¿Quieres un regalo?” Se levantó de un salto y me siguió a la cocina mientras Dudo seguía durmiendo. Cuando recogimos a Moose ayer, el veterinario se rió y dijo: “En este momento, me odia”. Pero ella dijo que él se portaba perfectamente y era muy gentil. No es su paciente típico. No es así con nosotros. ¡El patán! Nosotros (San Geraldo) tendremos que devolverlo a la jaula de viaje el próximo miércoles para una visita de seguimiento al veterinario. Ya lo tememos.
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Poor Moose has had such an ordeal! Glad that the woman vet was so thorough and attentive in figuring out the full extent of the problem. Good luck getting that blue bandage off — or could it wait until next Wednesday when you’ll be back at the clinic for follow-up?
Debra:
Good news to come about the blue tape. Moose is back in form.
Poor old Moose. And his people. His face does look different with his new extractions. It sounds as if he feels much better. Maybe he’s afraid that bandage will start his pain again, so he isn’t up for that.
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Boud:
Moose looks great today. Clear eyed and energized.
Glad to hear he is doing better.
David:
It’s too bad he has to have meds every day until Wednesday AND he has to go back in the travel cage. He’s back to being a wild and crazy guy.
Aw, sweet Moose. Happy the second vet/female was more thorough and attentive to his needs.
That first pic of moose….he looks so wired from his ordeal.
All will be well.
Jim:
He looks completely well now. Bright-eyed and perky.
Great news, and Moose looks almost his old self again.
I’m sure he’d allow you to take off the tape if he wasn’t still holding the grudge of the crate and the travel to and from the vet, and making him spend the night!
Bob:
Tape is off. He’s still a jerk. But he’s our adorable, sweet jerk.
Hasn’t stopped eating? Is it any wonder…the poor thing was probably starving from days of not eating with his tooth issue. I’m glad he is home now. If I were a patient I would probably be much like Moose. Im glad to hear he is doing well.
Mistress Borghese:
He was clearly famished. And we were surprised at how easily he ate right after the surgery. He’s back to normal … pretty much … now.
It’s so funny how quickly we can become invested in other bloggers’ stories. I have been thinking of Moose and hoping he is doing better, of how much you and SG must be missing him. Dudo, too, of course. Do you ever think about how much damage our cats could impart upon us if they were even twice as big as they are? I do. It’s frightening, really.
Anyway, glad he’s home and got the proper care. That blue tape will come off eventually. Perhaps he is proud of it. It is his new jewelry.
Lovely orchids.
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
You can so easily see the wild cats they were bred from. Moose is doing great. Still frustrating as hell, but we’ll get through this.
Nice to see Moose is on the mend. Once again, I know how he feels. I was so worried!
Deedles:
I’m not sure but I have a feeling you were a better patient. Although his recovery has been a lot quicker.
I’m happy to see him there and know that he’s doing well. One of my grandkitties is often referred to as a jerk, so that made me laugh.
Kelly:
I adore this cat, but I’ve sometimes used worse words to describe him.
I have never had a cat, but from what I hear, it is very difficult to get them into a carrying cage. I am glad he’s on the mend.
mcpersonalspace54:
It can be a nightmare. Once in California I had to phone the vet at the last minute and cancel. That cat was impossible to catch and I was about to have a heart attack.
Back in fine fettle to drive you mad with his yowling!
I like Ms. Moon’s suggestion that he’s treasuring his new jewellery – imagine anyone coming between a queen and her tiara?! Talk about claws out… Jx
Jon:
He was regularly licking his new jewelry trying to remove it. But god forbid we should help him. He did finally catch on and cooperate. That story to come later today. (Aren’t you excited?)
He must feel SO much better, even if he’s not quite showing any gratitude! I can’t imagine being a vet and having to treat a cat. There would be no more difficult task.
When I had to give my erstwhile cats medication, I always did the same — squirted liquid into their food. It was the only way I could get anything down them.
Steve:
The simple process of squirting the liquid into the food isn’t going well anymore. Dudo and Moose constantly flip plates. It’s like the Keystone Cops! Fortunately, Moose is sweet and gentle for the vet. We had a cat in California (always sweet and gentle at home) who became a raging lunatic at the vet. He had to be wrapped tightly in a towel and his mouth was never examined.
I chuckled every time you called Moose a Jerk. Harvey had the same turn around after his bad teeth were removed. I wish we had known how bad it was sooner (we take him for regular check-ups.) I’m glad Moosey McCheese is back to his gorgeous bratty self. Maybe instead of taking the bandage off, you should put one on the other leg so its a fashion statement.
Sassybear.
Yeah, let’s grab him and apply another bandage! I wish we had noticed sooner so he wouldn’t have suffered so much. He had a major teeth cleaning just a year ago. Things sure went downhill fast.
Moose is home again and on the mend — yay! No doubt his forearm was shaved to allow for an IV attachment (or blood test?) and he doesn’t want to lose any more hair when the bandage gets removed. Which four teeth did Moose have removed?
Tundra Bunny:
Two canines were removed (bottom I think… I suddenly can’t remember and Moose won’t answer me). And I think two molars or pre-molars. We have the teeth. The stretchy bandage was where the surgery IV went. I was surprised to see how little hair was shaved.
Oh, such great news a to know that your sweet Moose is running around, and eating up a storm! Happy home!
Judith Chabot:
Such a relief. Meds have become a bit annoying (the jerk) and Dudo’s no help because he insists on eating from Moose’s plate. But Moose has recovered beautifully. What a sweetheart (and still a jerk).
How can you call that sweet little boy a jerk? Maybe Dudo and Moose can eat in separate places temporarily to make sure Dudo gets his meds.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug:
It’s Moose who needed the meds. If we separated the cats, Moose wouldn’t eat at all. Divas.