Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. The
time has come to introduce "No Name Yet," who is finally back
from the vet, to the world. The surgery went beautifully, and she is expected
to make a full recovery. She gets her stitches out in 10 days, and has
spent the first couple of hours in full-on freak out mode. Right now,
she is howling (and believe me, she has some pair of lungs) and hiding
underneath my bed. I am just letting her be for now, because she is eating
occassionally, and I figure has been through enough over the last few
days without me pawing after her. I am just reassuring her in a low voice,
and I figure she will be a little more forthcoming tomorrow after she
has had a chance to explore tonight in the cover of darkness. Someone, please
tell me if this is the incorrect approach.
Now for the bad news…the final vet bill was over $1300, so I have had
to adjust the fund-raising thermometer a little bit. Thanks to the generosity
of people like you, we are STILL halfway to our goal, even with this setback.
But enough talk…on with the show. You can see a larger version of any
picture by clicking on it.
One of the most horriffic x-rays ever. In this before shot, you can see
that not only is the femur dislocated, it is then immediately snapped
After surgery…bionic kitty!
Vet bill, page one…that’s a lot of work to put this little kitten back
Vet bill…page 2. I don’t like two-page vet bills.
And now…for the grand finale…world, meet "No
I’ve got her by the scruff because the last thing she wants to do right
now is pose for pictures.
Here’s where they sliced her open to rebuild her and make her better,
stronger, and faster than before.
So for the last three hours, she has been in a nonstop crying
panic, unused to her surroundingss, in pain, and probably unused to even
being in a house. But just now, as I was typing this, I took a break, I pulled her out
from under the bed, laid her on some blankets, stroked her head and talked
softly to her, telling her that she was safe now, and okay. And you know
what? She fell fast asleep. G’night No Name Yet…things will look better
tomorrow, I promise.