Emergency Trip To Vetz
Poor Lucy! Her little butt is infected - this means we look forward to 10 days of hot compresses, ointment and oral antibiotics - every 12 hours...
posted by Lizzy at 5:36 PM
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posted by Lizzy at 5:36 PM
4 Comments:
Instead of a swat, did she get a bite from one of her playmates recently?
I just checked out her picture -- she's the lovey with the Cheshire Cat face.
Poor baby! (And poor human who has to do the worrying).
Oh, NOEZ!Q!! Poor little babeleh! How is she feeling? What happened?
As to what happened, Lucy has very long/thick fur, and she'd gotten so fat she can't groom herself as well as she used to. I try, but Lucy does not always cooperate. So Lucy got a nasty matt in exactly the wrong place, and of course she did not give me a clue that there was something wrong, leaving me feeling horribly guilty about not catching it sooner...
Ah, yes. The only thing to do, I'm afraid, is weekly/monthly inspections and assistance with washing. This is exactly the problem that Zingiber, he of the enormous girth, has. Just last night, we captured him and performed the (ugh!) operation. We also keep his pajama pants clipped very short, to facilitate inspection. Moist cat wipes, fortunately available in large packs, and a gift of surgical gloves, we count among our blessings.
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