I am going to take a break from catching up on old news to tell of some recent events. On Saturday MJ decided that giving the cat a bath by herself was a good idea and found out just how talented I really am when it comes to cat bathing.... Zazzles took a flying leap out of her arms and onto the floor while soaking wet. When she hit the floor her leg snapped and she immediately started hissing, crying and limping. This caused MJ to freak out and come running up the stairs to tell me that she thought the cat broke its leg. Well isn't that fan-flippin-tastic?! Sure enough when I got downstairs and assessed the situation there was little doubt that a broken bone was what she had. I called our vet and was told we had to see another office that had the capabilities to handle that sort of trauma. I called the other office and they said to bring her in right away. It was about 5pm on a Saturday night. We got there and had to immediately fork over the "walk-in" fee of 75 bucks. Walk-in? I called. Cant we count this as an appointment? I drug Nathan along because I knew that there were going to be some tough decisions and I didn't feel like facing them alone. So It was him, me and MJ at the vet. I let the 2 of them go back and I stayed in the waiting room because I was already becoming nauseated with how much this little adventure was going to cost after the upfront fee. Poor MJ was crying uncontrollably because she loves that darn cat and she felt horrible that it was in her care that the cat broke her leg. Well, they got x-rays and had to call in an orthopedic surgeon. Did you know they have orthopedic surgeons for animals? All I could see where dollar signs floating in the air. We got the news that it was a nasty break that would need a plate and she would need to stay in the "hospital" until the surgery on Monday to help control the pain and keep her from further damaging herself. cha ching. Then we got the proposed bill and I started looking for a hook in the ceiling to hang myself from. I know, I know, I can be overly dramatic but it provides a great deal of entertainment for my family. The bill for fixing a cats broken leg? $1800.00. Seriously? I did not sign up for this. Nate asked the dr about the option of just killing it and it did not go over well......Even worse is that the kids were supposed to be hunting with Dad but the boys had both come down with a fever so the trip got cancelled. If they had been hunting not only would they have shot an elk but the cat would have never broken her leg! There were tons of elk just running around in plain sight and our friends shot one the first morning they were out. So sad!
So we visited Zazzles everyday in the hospital and the kids were very sad and worried about her while she was gone. She had her surgery and we brought her home on Tuesday. She looks pretty funky with her cone of shame and shaved hind quarter. She has to stay confined to the cage for 2-3 months. She is on pain killers and antibiotics so I feel like a full time cat nurse. The story gets better because she is having a hard time with the litter box in the cage. She keeps making a huge mess. We tried newspaper and just a tiny bit of kitty litter and she just keeps making a mess. Well the antibiotics kicked in and hit the ole stomach and produced a pretty nasty case of diarrhea. What did this super smart animal decide to do? Roll in it! The kids came screaming for me. I could smell the problem coming long before I hit the room. It was everywhere! All over the litter box. All over her food dishes. All over the towels. All over her cone of shame. All over her. All over her bed. All over the wires on the cage! Holy crap! The problem was trying to not get the incision wet and have a place to set her where she wouldn't re-get herself dirty. I had to keep folding the towel in on itself when I would get a patch of her clean so I had a clean place to set her. She did not like the process and was trying desperately to get away, covering me in crap in the process. I finally got her cleaned up and the contents of her cage thrown in the wash with tons of bleach and cleaned up all the other contents of the cage. Why. why. why. why. why. why. why.
After I scrubbed myself down I had to make good on a promise to take the kids to pizza for lunch (I owed Jordyn for a foot rub). This was fine because we really needed to give our noses a break from the stench and give the house some time to air out. I decided to throw some make up on first and because the cat was at the vet and not getting her weekly bath she is full of dander, which I am highly allergic too. So I have been sneezing non stop since we brought her home. Well, while trying to put mascara on.....I sneezed....the mascara was wet.....I looked like a freakin clown.....really? we need to add that too? I almost just went out of the house like that just daring someone to ask me what my make up was all about! Instead I cleaned it up and called my husband and told him that I was calling for the express purpose of him feeling sorry for me and the only thing he was supposed to say when I was done telling him of my ordeal was that he was sorry my life sucked so bad. He played his part well and made me feel better. :0)
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