As so often happens, getting my new little guy did not go as originally planned. The vet didn’t want to release him Friday night. Although his leg was much better, he’d contracted a URI (upper respiratory infection). They’re extremely common in cats — especially cats from large groups or cats under stress. And especially kittens.
I called this morning and they gave the ok to come and get him — a little stressful as I had limited time with a borrowed car. But we made it and I got him home, settled in the bathroom, complete with towel blocking the space under the door. His is a serious quarantine: absolutely no contact with the other cats, washing hands religiously, and a special change of clothes for cuddling him.
I’m posting a photo, even though he’s pretty rough looking. We’ll call this “before” (and you can’t even see his mostly-naked leg):
They sent him home in a “cone of shame”, I assume so he doesn’t lick the healing leg. Except he’s so little that in one direction, he can’t walk in the cone, and in the other, he can’t eat. And he wants to eat! Which is awesome in a kitten with a URI. If cats can’t smell their food, they are likely to stop eating. And he is one congested little dude. But he’s already made it to the bottom of the kibble bowl. I took off the cone. I’ll put it back on when the cream for his leg is newly applied. Once I took the cone off, he even tried to play! And he’s clearly a purr box, getting his motor running as soon as we got home.
Here’s our work for the next 10 days: