Horatio goes to the vet!

When I got up yesterday morning, it quickly became clear that all was not well with Horatio, B’s soft and cuddly cat. He couldn’t put his near foreleg to the ground, though an inspection failed to reveal the cause: no heat, no swelling, no obvious injuries, no bites or cuts… He still wasn’t using it by the time I’d fed the dogs, had breakfast, done the washing up etc, so I bundled him into the cat basket, drove to the farm and fed all the animals, and then took H to the local vet.

Typically, when he came out of the basket, all four legs seemed to be in perfect working order, though the vet did point out that the adrenalin from the shock of the car journey would have helped him there.

She took his temperature and said it was a unusually high, so gave him a couple of jabs (painkiller, anti-inflammatory and antibiotics) and sent us both away with a course of antibiotics.

I gave him the first tablet this morning and we’re no longer talking, mainly because he sank his teeth into my finger. Git.

Still, get better soon, H!

Horatio - 29 April 2009

Horatio - 29 April 2009

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7 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Jon Storey on 20 November 2009 at 6:08 pm

    They are little dears aren’t they?

    My old cat remained un-wormed for years, none of us were brave enough to worm her, she even savaged the Vet one day. We were not popular!!

    She lived to a ripe old age. Cat 1, worms 0…!

  2. My old Siamese suffered from Jekyl and Hyde symdrome. She was the sweetest thing until you took her to the vet where she became a screaming demon. To pill her, we’d put her in a pillowcase with only her head out DH would hold held her. I would pill her. She lived to be a little over 20 yrs.

    Gavin the BT is impossible to pill the normal way because he won’t allow you to force his mouth open–However, if I put a little bit of peanut butter on a spoon and stick the pill on top of that, POOF! Pill is down him. Dogs are ever so much easier to pill.

  3. I cheated this evening and put it in his food, which he scoffed with about as much dignity as the Vicar of Dibley on a chocolate binge 😯

  4. Posted by Jan on 21 November 2009 at 8:51 am

    Hope your finger’s getting better, or you may need antibiotics!

  5. Is this the same cat who has been dabbling in white paint?

    Rosie x

  6. Lol, the finger’s fine! And no, thankfully H was not the paint cat: that’s his litter brother. If one’s in trouble / hurt / causing chaos, the other just *has* to join in 🙄

  7. 🙂 my parents looked after my cats when we were on holiday once, and one got ill. Mum took the cat back to the vet and asked for injections instead of tablets. The vet was very scornful, saying it was not a big deal. So she made Dad show him the stitches in his finger… the vet gave the cat injections…

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