Concerning Cats
Mother Nature is not a cruel mistress, she is simply indifferent when it comes to our cares and concerns, not wavering nor waning, just acting from a position that defies our search for providence. Just ask our cat.
Monday, Kitty went into labor for the second time in 6 months. Run the math and you’ll see that two pregnancies 3 months apart means that she did not take a break in between. Her first litter was a failure with 6 dead kittens yet she was undeterred and rebounded with hormonal vengeance going into heat 3 days later and mating soon afterwards. I had hopes for survival in the second pregnancy since we could often feel her kittens rolling and kicking inside of her abdomen like a sausage skin stuffed with wriggling maggots. Yes, we thought, this time there shall be life.
Monday morning I arose at 6:50am, entered the living room and saw signs of distress. Incontinence: feces on the carpet, vaginal fluids on the linoleum, a brooding smell permeating the air and an upset looking cat sitting in the corner.
The next two days were filled with frustration: Kitty managed to give birth to two dead kittens while her health plummeted. As for the smell, if a stranger was to walk through our door they would ask where we were hiding the 2 month old corpse, it was that bad. Kitty’s whole backside was covered in a mess of matted hair, blood, placental chunks, and puss.
As Sabrina and I lay in bed Wednesday night we decided a call to the vet was in order; Kitty needed help. We had waited as long as possible, giving her ample opportunity to give birth naturally but it just wasn’t going to happen. She was going to die very soon if the remaining dead kittens and infection were not dealt with. So this morning Sabrina took Kitty to the Vet. After an initial test for feline AIDs came back negative a C-Section and battery of tests including getting her spayed were ordered. Kitty will be spending the night at the Vet, and the cost won’t be cheap, but I think it is worth it. Having a cat is as close as I want to get to having a real child so it seems prudent to take care of her.
Monday, Kitty went into labor for the second time in 6 months. Run the math and you’ll see that two pregnancies 3 months apart means that she did not take a break in between. Her first litter was a failure with 6 dead kittens yet she was undeterred and rebounded with hormonal vengeance going into heat 3 days later and mating soon afterwards. I had hopes for survival in the second pregnancy since we could often feel her kittens rolling and kicking inside of her abdomen like a sausage skin stuffed with wriggling maggots. Yes, we thought, this time there shall be life.
Monday morning I arose at 6:50am, entered the living room and saw signs of distress. Incontinence: feces on the carpet, vaginal fluids on the linoleum, a brooding smell permeating the air and an upset looking cat sitting in the corner.
The next two days were filled with frustration: Kitty managed to give birth to two dead kittens while her health plummeted. As for the smell, if a stranger was to walk through our door they would ask where we were hiding the 2 month old corpse, it was that bad. Kitty’s whole backside was covered in a mess of matted hair, blood, placental chunks, and puss.
As Sabrina and I lay in bed Wednesday night we decided a call to the vet was in order; Kitty needed help. We had waited as long as possible, giving her ample opportunity to give birth naturally but it just wasn’t going to happen. She was going to die very soon if the remaining dead kittens and infection were not dealt with. So this morning Sabrina took Kitty to the Vet. After an initial test for feline AIDs came back negative a C-Section and battery of tests including getting her spayed were ordered. Kitty will be spending the night at the Vet, and the cost won’t be cheap, but I think it is worth it. Having a cat is as close as I want to get to having a real child so it seems prudent to take care of her.
Labels: bad smell, cats, modern medicine
