Many of you are tired of hearing me lament about my poor Stumpy. He's one of the most vibe getting cats on this site. I truly appreciate all the good vibes that all of you have shared with me.
Yesterday he had the remainder of his teeth extracted. The surgery took 2-1/2 hours as the vet was very careful to removie all of the roots (he has an auto immune disease that makes his body think his teeth are foreign objects). So she calls me after the surgery and tells me he's in bad shape as there was massive swelling. She tells me he won't eat for 3-4 days, he'll never eat dry food again, and she wanted to keep him overnight for observation. When he got home, he was to be isolated for up to a week to keep him calm. I went to bed expecting the worst when we picked him up today.
DH picked him up at lunch. When he walked in the door, he was surrounded by the vet techs telling him how amazed they were with him. When they went to check up on him this morning, they opened his cage, he strutted out like nothing had happened yesterday, mashed up against them, marked (with his face) everything that came into reach, then jumped over to the counter to eat the food they had just prepared for him. The vet tech tells him that she is absolutely stunned, but she thinks he is no longer in pain and can't figure it out. The vet comes out and basically repeats that she is stunned. My DH just smiled at them and told them that they had finally met the real Stumpy.
So DH brings him home and gets him ready to set up in the guest bedroom isolation. Stumpy wants no part of it and is clear about it. So DH opens up the door and Stumpy runs up to the dogs and mashes against them for a while. The other cats walk up to him in greeting and he head bumps the ones he is most fond of, then whaps the ones that he doesn't want to be bothered with. He then leaps up on the food counter and starts to suck down dry food.
I get home from work a few hours later and he was my duckling the entire time. He kept meowling at me which had me concerned because he normally doesn't do that. I ask him whats up then pick him up where he snuggles in my arms and purrs like a madman. He hasn't done that to me in over a year.
Then he eats most of a can of food for dinner tonight. Gets done with the dinner and smacks some cats around to put them in line.
He's supposed to be in extreme pain from the surgery and isolated in a bedroom to keep him calm. He's strutting around the house like he owns the place. Stumpy is back.
So now we're crossing every thing we can cross hoping that what we just did to him fixes his problem for a long time. And if not, this is his last hurrah and we'll make every moment of it as happy as we can for him.
Doing the Stumpy dance tonight!!
Yesterday he had the remainder of his teeth extracted. The surgery took 2-1/2 hours as the vet was very careful to removie all of the roots (he has an auto immune disease that makes his body think his teeth are foreign objects). So she calls me after the surgery and tells me he's in bad shape as there was massive swelling. She tells me he won't eat for 3-4 days, he'll never eat dry food again, and she wanted to keep him overnight for observation. When he got home, he was to be isolated for up to a week to keep him calm. I went to bed expecting the worst when we picked him up today.
DH picked him up at lunch. When he walked in the door, he was surrounded by the vet techs telling him how amazed they were with him. When they went to check up on him this morning, they opened his cage, he strutted out like nothing had happened yesterday, mashed up against them, marked (with his face) everything that came into reach, then jumped over to the counter to eat the food they had just prepared for him. The vet tech tells him that she is absolutely stunned, but she thinks he is no longer in pain and can't figure it out. The vet comes out and basically repeats that she is stunned. My DH just smiled at them and told them that they had finally met the real Stumpy.
So DH brings him home and gets him ready to set up in the guest bedroom isolation. Stumpy wants no part of it and is clear about it. So DH opens up the door and Stumpy runs up to the dogs and mashes against them for a while. The other cats walk up to him in greeting and he head bumps the ones he is most fond of, then whaps the ones that he doesn't want to be bothered with. He then leaps up on the food counter and starts to suck down dry food.
I get home from work a few hours later and he was my duckling the entire time. He kept meowling at me which had me concerned because he normally doesn't do that. I ask him whats up then pick him up where he snuggles in my arms and purrs like a madman. He hasn't done that to me in over a year.
Then he eats most of a can of food for dinner tonight. Gets done with the dinner and smacks some cats around to put them in line.
He's supposed to be in extreme pain from the surgery and isolated in a bedroom to keep him calm. He's strutting around the house like he owns the place. Stumpy is back.
So now we're crossing every thing we can cross hoping that what we just did to him fixes his problem for a long time. And if not, this is his last hurrah and we'll make every moment of it as happy as we can for him.
Doing the Stumpy dance tonight!!
