She’s beautiful but, for now, she’s a bit of a lemon. For the first week, no matter what I did, she would NOT poop in the litterbox. My little 6′ x 8′ foster room had FIVE litterboxes in it, of various configurations. Nope. She would, sometimes, pee in the litterbox. Then a week after arriving she stopped pooping altogether.
After a couple of days I was in the process of getting her in to a vet (she needed a check up anyway) when I came home to find her limping! So, off to the vet for:
- rabies vx
- aging (there was no age anywhere on her paperwork)
- a check of her “cherry eye” (which will require surgery)
- dental (her teeth are apparently pretty gross though they think they’re just dirty — hopefully no extractions
- a check of the leg (she could have hurt it but my feeling was that her poor belly was so sore that she was walking funny)
The dental was a complete surprise so she had to stay overnight which I wasn’t expecting.
I’m glad we’re helping her, of course, but it’s annoying that the shelter sent her to us with all that vetting needing to be done — and didn’t tell us! She’s not from our usual shelter but one we sometimes help out, instead. They had her for three months. There’s NO WAY they didn’t know about some of — if not all — these conditions. But I can’t totally get mad at them. That’s where Hamish came from. 😉