Gracie and I went to the vet on Monday. We both sang. I sang oldies with the radio and she sang the song on her people. She sang in the office too. She’s eight pounds. People had 80-pound dogs that didn’t make as much noise. That’s my girl!
The noise got her a room right away (squeaky wheel?). They were very busy. We had a half hour wait. Wisely I brought along her zoom groom thingie and a blankie and we had a little spa time. She still had the shaky thing going on (you know how animals shake when they are scared) but she was purring through it.
They took samples of lava excavated from her ear canal. Bad infection. They cleared out chunks and goo. (No pictures! You’re welcome!) They almost needed a backhoe to get it out.
I had brought Gus’s medication from last summer when he had an ear boo-boo and it was good for Gracie too. (That saved some money!) They did a cytology of ear goo, the cleaning and administered some meds. I forked over my 401(k)-retirement plan.
Some surprises – she’s a different cat. It’s like I brought the wrong cat home but her songs were the same and she was missing the left eye. She no longer hides and eats outrageous amounts of food (for an 8 lb. cat!). She even demands (and gets) a second helping. This is Miss Picky we are talking about!
I clean her ears with cleaner every other day (heaven help me! I already have arms full of scratches) and put medication in twice a day (she doesn’t mind that although I approach from her blind side). Today’s cleaning again yielded lava chunks, but they are getting a little smaller. She must have had solid gunk in her ear.
There is nothing like cat stuff going on to disrupt your week. As if that wasn’t enough, there is a mouse in the basement. He’s hiding under the treadmill and there are three cats circling. (Gracie isn’t into mice this time around. Her week was hectic enough.) I have my mouse rescue kit (a deli cup and a piece of cardboard) on the treadmill so maybe later.
We all wish you a great, mouse-less, ear gunkless weekend!