Rick was home yesterday...he had taken a vacation day and was out working in the yard. Our neighbor came over and asked him about Tabby. He told her that Tabby was in the house and she was doing better. She asked him if he was still angry and he said that, of course, he was angry. But that Tabby was now a member of the family and this was her home now. And that we've both fallen in love with our little girl.
Then our neighbor told Rick that her husband was going to put the kitten in the car, drive down the road and throw her out the window into the woods. That's when she knew she had to call me....she told her husband to let her call me and we'd probably take her.
When I got home from work and Rick told me that, I just sat at the kitchen table and cried. How could somebody even think about doing something like that? She was a five-week old kitten! You don't do that! Damn it, you do NOT do that! She would have died.
And then I took Miss Tabs to see TED (The Evil Doctor) last night for an ear check. Turns out that now that her right ear is cleaner and they can actually really get in there and see, the ear drum was perforated. It's growing back and the vet still thinks she's going to be OK with her hearing. But it was such a nasty infection. That poor baby....all she's been through and she's only 3 months old, if that. The vet gave her her first set of kitten shots (she couldn't have them before b/c she was underweight and she had those bad ears) last night and we now go back in three weeks for another ear check and her last kitten shot.
We're still cleaning that right ear twice a day and putting the ointment in the ear. Her left ear is fine and we can do that one now every other day or so. They think that, once the ear drum grows back in her right ear, that we should see a noticeable improvement in the amount of gunk we're getting out of that ear. Although, we're no longer getting huge chunky gunk....now it's tiny little gunk.
That's an improvement, I guess.
Tabby's pretty laid-back this morning from those shots and she didn't eat much for breakfast. When I left she and Mollipop were in the catnapper at the bedroom window and they were both sleeping.
I can tell you that I am finished with our neighbors. I had said that before and I really haven't talked to them since we got Tabby. But now? It will be a tropical day in the Arctic before I even say Hello. I'm that disgusted. (And if that makes me a bad neighbor, so be it.)
Then our neighbor told Rick that her husband was going to put the kitten in the car, drive down the road and throw her out the window into the woods. That's when she knew she had to call me....she told her husband to let her call me and we'd probably take her.
When I got home from work and Rick told me that, I just sat at the kitchen table and cried. How could somebody even think about doing something like that? She was a five-week old kitten! You don't do that! Damn it, you do NOT do that! She would have died.
And then I took Miss Tabs to see TED (The Evil Doctor) last night for an ear check. Turns out that now that her right ear is cleaner and they can actually really get in there and see, the ear drum was perforated. It's growing back and the vet still thinks she's going to be OK with her hearing. But it was such a nasty infection. That poor baby....all she's been through and she's only 3 months old, if that. The vet gave her her first set of kitten shots (she couldn't have them before b/c she was underweight and she had those bad ears) last night and we now go back in three weeks for another ear check and her last kitten shot.
We're still cleaning that right ear twice a day and putting the ointment in the ear. Her left ear is fine and we can do that one now every other day or so. They think that, once the ear drum grows back in her right ear, that we should see a noticeable improvement in the amount of gunk we're getting out of that ear. Although, we're no longer getting huge chunky gunk....now it's tiny little gunk.
Tabby's pretty laid-back this morning from those shots and she didn't eat much for breakfast. When I left she and Mollipop were in the catnapper at the bedroom window and they were both sleeping.
I can tell you that I am finished with our neighbors. I had said that before and I really haven't talked to them since we got Tabby. But now? It will be a tropical day in the Arctic before I even say Hello. I'm that disgusted. (And if that makes me a bad neighbor, so be it.)
