Again a few days of not posting…again, apologies, but this time I have a valid excuse… My Splatter-Kitty had surgery, and I’ve been taking care of her the last few days.
The day previous to her surgery, we went into town for groceries… I snapped two pictures of the road by Robinson’s Mall to show the busy streets…the pictures don’t really capture the ‘Oh My God’ feeling of how busy the roads actually get, but good enough for now…and you can see Donna on her red Scoopy ahead of us…I took a video once of the roads and I think I posted it here when I first started this bloggity…if you missed it, turn your speakers down and watch it here:
The flower-ish picture is from these weird petals that were all over the side of the road…They must fall from the overhanging trees, because they’re in clusters, like someone dropped a pail of hot-pink paint every few feet… they make the road look really pretty.
The last picture is of a spider I fed.
I’m terrified of spiders normally, but this one was acting strange and lethargic… it kept trying to leap on flies that passed by it, and I took pity on the poor guy… I went out on the porch with a rolled up paper and managed to stun a fly, bring it in, and dump it right in front of him…he went for it, and had a decent meal.
back to my poor kitty… I didn’t want her to have the surgery… She doesn’t roam very far at all when she goes outside, she’s always within earshot, because every single time I call to her, she comes running back to the house.
On top of that, we pretty much own every cat around the area, and all our boys are neutered.
Unfortunately, Donna decided she needed to have her ovaries removed, so Damon, Ray and I all went two days ago to have it done.
We drove into town, the building was pretty much in the middle of the marketplace… walked up a flight of crumbling concrete steps into a building that had construction going on everywhere… and basically went into a wood-paneled office in the corner that looked more like a neighborhood MLA office than a veterinarian clinic.
There were three desks along the right side of the room, atop one of which, a guy was typing on an old-school clacketty typewriter…a long desk that not only served as both a paperwork area and greeting desk, but also had surgical-instruments just hanging out on it…and two table-ish desks in (( I guess you could call it )) the middle of the room.
To the left were filing cabinets and another paperwork desk.
I pretty much felt like fainting the whole time I was in there.
We sat on plastic chairs, and they asked us to hand Splatter over.
They gave her some needles and after about three minutes, she was as high as a cloud, purring her brains out with unfocused eyes.
They took her to the first table closest to us, right in the middle of the office, masking-taped her paws, tied her bondage-style to the table with some kind of tape or something, and an assistant shaved her poor tummy…she didn’t give too much of a crap, she was out of ‘er, and that part was actually kind of funny, just the way she was tied and how she didn’t care at all.
But then they gave her a sleeping needle and she went out like a light.
Then, again- RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING, they started and finished the operation.
The doctor who was doing the operation held up the little tubey-parts and showed them to Damon and I when he cut them out.
It was freaky, to say the least…
I’ll spare the gory details.
After they sewed her up and we got her home, she was super out of it and dizzy for the whole night… even after just being cut open, she was trying to walk around…but she just kept flumping back onto her side and sleeping. I’ve been cuddling her for two days, and I gave her the medicine we were told to give her, and she’s doing way better now.
I feel so bad for her, but the worst is over and Thank God for that.