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Last night, around 8pm, I noticed Smokey was licking her butt rather more frequently than she usually does.
A quick inspection showed a raw patch near her rear end with what looked like a very swollen bit beneath the skin. I made a super-swift decision to take her up to the Vet Hospital, about 15 minutes away.
As usual, getting her into the cage produced a wildcat. Smokey hates the vet, hates the cage, and she has a fine-tuned feeling for when Bad Things Are About To Happen. She brings out The Back-Throat Whine (the one that you hear cats challenging each other with out in the night) and hisses and spits and turns nasty.
We got her into the cage with a towel and I drove her out to the vet hospital with much plaintive yowling on her part and a lot of, "I know, I'm sorry," from me.
It turns out she had a swollen/inflamed anal gland; it came up in about a day, and would have burst in another day. She stayed overnight at the hospital and they cleared out the gland, gave her painkillers and antibiotics, and I picked her up this morning.
The bill was not pretty, but apparently cheaper than the ones that the parentals pay for Dara. Still, I can afford it, and we love our kitteh.
Apparently, Smokey's ability to go from 0 to 100 in 0.5 seconds flat surprised many a vet and vet assistant last night, all of whom thought she was so docile and easygoing. Yeah, approach her and find out otherwise! The vet was called Matt and had an American accent, and was very sweet about staying to make sure that she was handed over to me, instead of relinquishing her to a vet who wasn't prepared for Smokey and her...uniqueness.
She's back home now, and settling okay. Shaved in a few sections - they had to sedate her to sort her out because of her hatred of vets - but with an appetite and apparently okay. Lots of fussing for her. Including right now when I finish this post.
But I'm soooooo tired. I was right about to go to early bed when I noticed the raw patch over the swelling, and after that there was no question of going to bed. Then I had stuff happening pretty much all day today, which wrecked me, and a story to actually write for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fffc because I've been writing longer stories all week (yes, plural) and couldn't actually finish them. *bleh*
Did I mention I was tired? I'm going now. Shower, then snuggle, then bed.
A quick inspection showed a raw patch near her rear end with what looked like a very swollen bit beneath the skin. I made a super-swift decision to take her up to the Vet Hospital, about 15 minutes away.
As usual, getting her into the cage produced a wildcat. Smokey hates the vet, hates the cage, and she has a fine-tuned feeling for when Bad Things Are About To Happen. She brings out The Back-Throat Whine (the one that you hear cats challenging each other with out in the night) and hisses and spits and turns nasty.
We got her into the cage with a towel and I drove her out to the vet hospital with much plaintive yowling on her part and a lot of, "I know, I'm sorry," from me.
It turns out she had a swollen/inflamed anal gland; it came up in about a day, and would have burst in another day. She stayed overnight at the hospital and they cleared out the gland, gave her painkillers and antibiotics, and I picked her up this morning.
The bill was not pretty, but apparently cheaper than the ones that the parentals pay for Dara. Still, I can afford it, and we love our kitteh.
Apparently, Smokey's ability to go from 0 to 100 in 0.5 seconds flat surprised many a vet and vet assistant last night, all of whom thought she was so docile and easygoing. Yeah, approach her and find out otherwise! The vet was called Matt and had an American accent, and was very sweet about staying to make sure that she was handed over to me, instead of relinquishing her to a vet who wasn't prepared for Smokey and her...uniqueness.
She's back home now, and settling okay. Shaved in a few sections - they had to sedate her to sort her out because of her hatred of vets - but with an appetite and apparently okay. Lots of fussing for her. Including right now when I finish this post.
But I'm soooooo tired. I was right about to go to early bed when I noticed the raw patch over the swelling, and after that there was no question of going to bed. Then I had stuff happening pretty much all day today, which wrecked me, and a story to actually write for
fffc because I've been writing longer stories all week (yes, plural) and couldn't actually finish them. *bleh*Did I mention I was tired? I'm going now. Shower, then snuggle, then bed.
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