9-11-09 – True Blood 6.

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Oh, Bill. Bill, Bill, Bill.

How Bill likes to make me worry.

Yesterday around lunch time, I went up to hang out with the kittens, and saw that he had a little blood on his right eye, the eye that had been bleeding Tuesday and which necessitated a run to the vet. I put some ointment in his eye and on the part where it was bleeding, and made a note to keep an eye on it.

An hour later, I picked him up to look more closely at the eye, and it sure looked like the attached eyelid was attempting to peel off. I called the vet’s office and asked if I should just wait to see what happened, or bring him in. They told me to bring him in, the vet was in surgery, but they could take him back to the operating room for her to take a look at him.

I hoped I was just being a worrywart, but I put him in the carrier and left. I briefly considered putting another kitten in the carrier with him to keep him company, but decided he’d be fine.

Poor stoic Bill, the quiet observer, the one who follows me around like a puppy, cried all the way to the vet. He has a raspy voice, and he cried and paced back and forth in his carrier, and I did my best to reassure him, but it was apparently cold comfort.

At the vet’s office, I walked in with him, and he got quiet and looked around. The receptionist took him back to the operating room for the vet to take a look at him.

She came back and told me that since I was bringing Sookie in this morning, I should bring Bill with her and leave him. They were going to put him under and scrape –

and then I didn’t hear the rest, because I mentally put my hands over my ears and said “LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”

Seriously – doesn’t the word “scrape” when used in connection to an area like a tender, attempting-to-heal eyelip, make your toes curl?

Let’s just say they’re going to clean up the eyelip area and make it more secure.

“Do you have a soft e-collar at home?” she asked.

“I don’t, actually,” I said. She went and got one – extra-small – and put it on him.

“If he completely freaks out, you can take it off him,” she told me.

In the carrier, Bill sat and gave me a look as if to say “What fresh hell is this?”, but he wasn’t freaking out.

We headed home, and Bill meowed softly once or twice, but was quiet most of the way.

At home, I took him right upstairs and took him out of the carrier. He tried backing away out of the collar, discovered that wasn’t going to work, shrugged, and went to use the litter box.

I wish I’d had the camera with me – all of the other kittens followed him and watched him use the litter box, and then followed him back out into the foster room and sat around staring at him with big cartoon question marks over their heads. They took turns biting at the edge of the e-collar, and then Bill stood up and stretched and then jumped on Lafayette and bit his back.

I spent some time following Bill around trying to comfort him, but to be honest he didn’t seem terribly uncomfortable. After a while, I went off to do some cleaning.

An hour later, I went back upstairs, and judging by the fact that Bill had climbed to the top of the cat tree – which is about 5 feet high – that collar wasn’t holding him back.


Check out that look of adoration she’s giving him!

I left the collar on him, and when I checked on him before I went to sleep, he still had the collar on, and he was perfectly fine.

When I opened the door this morning, the collar was off. I haven’t a clue how he got it off, but it was off and neatly folded by the door, in fact. Since I was about to take he and Sookie to the vet, I just left the collar off.

Right now, Bill and Sookie are at the vet. She’s only being spayed today, not having her eyes done because they don’t want to keep her under for that long. She and Terry will have their eyes done next week, one of them on Wednesday and one on Thursday.

Before you get too worried about Bill, just tell yourself what I’ve been telling myself for the past day – this is NOT a matter of life and death for him. The eyelid surgery is what’s known as a “free graft”, and as such a failure or two over the course of 12 eyes is not completely unexpected. The worst that will happen is that this graft won’t take, and we’ll have to try again. The good thing is that his other eye looks great, and the fact that his “bad” eyelip was bleeding means that there was some sort of blood flow going on, so the graft is attempting to attach.

Our sweet baby Bill will be fine, and if I have to swaddle him in cotton and carry him around in a baby carrier, I will!


Sookie, grabbing for the camera.

See that picture up there of Sookie? Notice that, as they say, one eye is looking at you and the other is looking near you? Our Sookie is… well, I don’t know if she’s wall-eyed, or what. Her right eye seems to be fixed in that position, and I don’t know if that means she can’t see out of it, or what. The eye itself is healthy, and she can see well enough, so I’m not going to worry about it (though I will mention it to the vet).

I emailed the shelter manager the other day and asked if perhaps the woman she’d gotten these kittens from had lived near a nuclear plant or something! This litter is just such a mess, it’s impossible not to love the stuffing out of them.


Wild Sookie, biting the cat bed.


Rubber kitteh!

Terry seems to be pretty much recovered from his surgery. The scar still looks kind of red and painful to me, but he honestly doesn’t even seem to know it’s there. It’s a long one (I’d guess three inches at the very least), but I picked him up by putting my hand underneath him, and he didn’t react in the slightest.

You can kind of see his scar here:


Happy boy.

Oh, and I have good news! The shelter manager just happened to be at the clinic yesterday when someone brought in a 2 1/2 week-old kitten they’d found. She immediately claimed him as a sibling for Ike.

I bet Ike will love having a little brother or sister!

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9-11-09 – True Blood 6. — 16 Comments

  1. that looks like a royal collar to me! like queen elizabeth. or dracula. πŸ˜‰

    (i love the captchas – this time i got “sequins on”!)

  2. Ok, see I would have been like you – eye things freak me out to begin with so anything with eye and scraping would just have to stop immediately. I am glad it is something they can try to take care of right away – poor Bill. But yes you are right – I just need to keep thinking it isn’t life or death surgery. Just keep telling myself that.

    Terry looks pretty good considering all he went through – the scar looks rough but that doesn’t surprise me because they start out that way a lot for humans too.

    Oh, as for Bill’s collar – I would bet he had help getting it off. When I first got Kirzon, and Floyd was one, they both had just regular collars – Krizon would get his and Floyd’s off somehow. Now, the folding part I can’t help you with.

    We will be sending out lots of purrs for everyone – well, we have been already, but as more get done, we are trying to increase them.

    Oh, and that is great that Ike has a sibling to play with!!

  3. Oh no, I started closing my eyes right about when I read “scraping” and read the rest of it through half-open eyes…ouch…poor Bill! The collar is hilarious though, I was laughing out loud at the picture of Sookie’s adoring gaze πŸ™‚ I think she covets the collar (being a girl and all)!

    Terry’s scar looks rough but I’m glad that it’s not hurting him…these poor little babies are just so adorable with all their little “issues”…just makes them all the more lovable!

    Hugs to all, humans and furry ones alike.

  4. I am totally creeped out by the eye stuff too. I’ve had about 10 surgeries myself but thank God no eye or brain ones. The very idea of those just freaks me out. Both of my parents and many friend’s parents have had cataract surgery. My bf has had one eye done for it and will have the second one done in 2 wks. An eye disease and the use of stiroid eyedrops caused that at 48 and 50. I know others who have had laser procedures too. They all survived it and said it wasn’t too bad-still it freaks me out. I think because you have to be concious and know what they are doing to you. Same goes for brain surgery. Poor sweet Bill. My crew are sending him thier best thoughts and wishes. Sorry this is stressful for you. St. Francis of Assisi is the patron saint of animals. You and all the shelter/foster/rescue people could be in his league.

  5. so what about where these kittens came from? does the shelter manager really know? how does this sort of thing happen? how could they all end up with eye problems? does that happen alot? just wondering? i’ve just never seen it before..

  6. I love that the collar was folded up, too!

    I’ve wondered about where these kittens came from, too. My mom had brother and sister cats who each had weird problems — Patty the Girl had odd “tumors,” including one under her top lip, that would come and go, and Patches the Boy walked like his hips were misaligned and regularly fell sideways (although it didn’t seem to bother him or slow him down!). We always figured their mama, a farm cat, had gotten into pesticides or something.

  7. Oh my gosh….my heart sank while reading this. I was always the kid in school that skipped to the end of a story before reading it to see what happened… and of course, the first thing I saw when loading up your post today was the “LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU” part. And immediately worried and figured something happened. But, I went back and read the whole thing, and I’m glad to hear that it isn’t as bad as I figured. That silly Bill, what a little monster πŸ™‚ I forgive him though, cause he’s so darn cute (I think my “awww”ing must’ve been a bit loud when seeing the second pic of Sookie looking up at him, cause my hubby looked over to see what I was fussing about πŸ˜‰ …he in turn “awww”ed along with me :P)

  8. Those two photos of Bill and Sookie were just adorable! We know there a few ups-and-downs as this process is being done on everycat, but overall it sounds like things are going pretty darn good. Thanks for sharing it all with us…and especially all the photos of these cuties!

    Purrs and hugs,
    The Kitty Krew

  9. PS – our Bugsy had an eye removed last month due to a tumor and had to wear a hard collar; The Mommy took it off after a few days but had to put it back on, and came home from work the next day to find Bugsy had gotten out of it, too. We kitties are inventive! MOL

  10. My eyes started to water at the word “scrape” so I totally get the mental plugging of the ears so as not to hear the rest of the details. You sure have had your hands full with this bunch in terms of worrying about them, but they look like none of this is phasing them much which is great. So glad to hear Ike will have a buddy.

    If the lady who had these kittens isn’t near a nuclear plant then their family tree must have some really straight limbs!

  11. Awwww those babies… we’re rooting for them here! Sending good thoughts and wishes and purrs for the eyelips to attach and heal for good!!!

  12. So much in one post I can only say (((((Robyn & TB6)))!!!
    Thoughts and prayers and fingers crossed for everybody!
    Hugs,
    Lisa

  13. You wrote: “She came back and told me that since I was bringing Sookie in this morning, I should bring Bill with her and leave him. They were going to put him under and scrape – ”

    This is why I could never, never, EVER be a vet. They are wonderful people, and deserve at least as much respect as people surgeons, but I could never do this kind of thing — on animal or human. And that’s also why I couldn’t work or volunteer in the medical field.