Mable is...Mable. She's recovering pretty well, give or take. She's moving around and can actually get around pretty well -- still has a bit of a limp (I'm sure her hip is still a little sore/tender) but is walking around on that leg, has no problems jumping up or down off things, etc.
Mind you, she shouldn't be jumping up or down off anything, or going up and down the stairs (as she has done when she has escaped the cage once or twice)...but the vets said active cats heal faster, and as it doesn't seem to be bothering her, we're counting it as part of her "physical therapy."
She still hates the cone, and she tears it off at least 3-4 times a day. Each time we reattach it. But she's eating and drinking fairly normally, and her sleep cycles seem to be about the same, so I'm chalking those up as wins.
However, it's not all completely good, only most. For one, she has diarrhea -- we don't know if it's the meds she's on or what, but likely. She had uncontrollable diarrhea a few times last night -- uncontrollable as in, she was shitting herself in her cat bed. This led Daisy to dub her "Ms. Shit Herself." She luckily has not had this problem today.
She also has a really irritated...I don't know how to say this...crotchal region. Basically, the entire area around the holes. They shaved her really closely down there, may have nicked her skin, etc. But she looks really sore and irritated. Daisy reached out to the vets and they suggested diaper rash ointment, which seems to be working really well for her thus far.
The entire process thus far has been exhausting. Daisy's barely been sleeping at night because of her need to care for Mable, and I can't help in the night because I am absolutely locked to my desk at work -- work has been absolutely terrible the past two weeks or so, so bad that most of the time I can't even get away long enough to pee or get something to drink. I think I only got two lunch hours this entire week, and the last two days I've been there hours late in the morning because my help was necessary. So, not only does Daisy work all day until right before I start work, but half the night she's up taking care of the cat.
But surely, you may say, you can help during the day when she's working right?
I can, yes, but Mable sleeps most of the day -- as do I. Ms. Shit Herself doesn't tend to start her bullshit until around 1am, when I've already been working for three hours and Daisy has been off work for four hours and is trying to go to bed.
Charlie and Hank are really upset with Mable most of the time now, and we don't know why -- Hank especially will growl at her, and Charlie will hiss. It's possible she smells differently because of the procedure or the meds she's on, or they're just scared and confused because she's in this cage upstairs in the bedroom with a giant cone on her head -- we don't know, honestly. Gary has taken it in stride; he has spent hours sleeping next to the cage or behind it, like her little guardian. Emmy hasn't really paid attention to the situation at all, and Pete couldn't care less whether she's in the bedroom or not, in a cage or not, etc.
She's only got a few more days of the meds and about another week and a half or so of being in the cage and needing to wear the cone before we can start letting her out for much longer stretches of time and allowing her to try to get back to some semblance of a normal life. But, she seems to be recovering really well thus far. I know we still have a few follow up appointments, I know we have a bit of recovery time still, but I'm optimistic. I have to be.
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