A mis-diagnosis has occured. My kitten does have a broken tooth but not to the exaggerated extent that I was told. (See my previous post.) That Saturday evening I had to give her a can of tunafish to get her to eat, after which she enjoyed a dose of pain medicine. End of treatment! Sunday morning she was her old self running and leaping in her usual playing habits. She ate a regular diet, even some dry kibble. And she hasn't stopped since; living up to her name is easy! And so, the appointment for surgery was cancelled, much to the relief of my checkbook.
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And along those lines:
- "A dog comes when called, a cat takes a message and gets back to you."
- "Ask not what your cat can do for you."
- "If you don't talk to your cat about catnip, who will?"
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Yesterday morning Barbara Jean, the kitten, was her usual piggish self, trying to eat not only her food but Harry's and Big bear's as well. Then she followed me around the house (running) and outside to do yard work (running). But in the evening she seemed cranky and didn't eat well. She cried pitifully when I picked her up, as though in terrible pain.
This morning she was unable to eat at all and wouldn't even drink water. She seemed feverish with a dry nose and fast breathing while wailing long sad
laments, quite far from her usual bubbly self.
Being Saturday, it took many phone calls to find a vet for emergency treatment. But, finally by 11:00 AM she was being examined. How very fortunate to get the appointment AND a good vet. Her handling of Barbara Jean was amazing!
Turns out she didn't have a fever. I had thought perhaps an insect bite, but I was wrong about that, too. What she does have is a tooth broken off down at the gum-line with nerves and everything else exposed and painful. How it happened will always be a mystery!
So she was given a shot of antibiotics, a dose of pain medicine and an appointment for surgical extraction next Thursday. Now she's sleeping and just sort of 'complains' when I touch her. Bless her little heart.
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