previously on The grey tail: Pablita the tortoise got attacked by a dog. Chiara’s PJs got ripped while on the rescue mission. it’s good to be back.
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the moment I had her in my hands I washed the shell from all the spit and dirt covering the wounds. I looked at her, still frantic and mostly hidden inside the shell, and I quickly realized the situation was much worse than last summer.
there was blood coming out profusely, pieces of shell coming off, .. I grabbed my phone with one hand, my jeans with the other and in 15 minutes I was there at the vet’s, with an appointment already fixed for Taras but extended to the tortoise emergency. you should have seen us enter: one kitty in a stroller, one tortoise in a laundry basket. I must have looked beyond crazy.
oh yes, I bought one. I know it looks insane, and you’re probably thinking I feel my biological clock ticking, or I didn’t play enough with dolls when I was a kid*.
none of the above. simply put, once you have a Maine Coon, you’ll most likely end up with one of these too.
these cats easily reach a considerable weight, an even more considerable size, and what matters most, they don’t like to be left home alone. it’s in these cats’ nature to follow their humans around the house, sneak into or onto the things they’re doing, participating in showers (!) and more generally wanting to be around.
well, Taras (or BaBa, as I call him these days) incorporates all the aspects of a Coon and takes some of them to the limit. you can take him wherever you go, drive in a car for hours, introduce him to the guy who sells newspapers or the ladies at the chemist’s shop. it’s all fine for him. but you cannot leave him home alone for one minute.
that’s about the time it takes me to take out his poo every morning (and yes, he’s a clock for that – 6AM sharp) and hear him crying desperately in front of the door from the moment I leave to the moment I come back in.
long story short, instead of wasting more money on multiple baskets to fit his ever growing size, and dragging him to the vet with the risk of not finding a free parking space close enough (nightmare.), I followed Carla‘s path towards the stroller. 😉
I tried hers with Taras in it back in January, and saw this little guy all happy to go around like a boss, holding himself higher with his paws on the horizontal bar. looking at things and people, with people and things looking back at him! 😀
I swear, he enjoyed it so much I waited till I could and then got one myself. there’s a whole bunch of us nutters, taking over Italy one pet stroller at a time. 😉
we still have to give explanations of what, when, where, why we’re doing this, etc. but by the time the questioning people see the cat inside either looking at them waiting for a scratch, or cozily sleeping in the shade of the parasol, they realize we’re not imposing anything to our cats. it’s just the way they are.
I personally enjoyed having breakfast at the bar with a couple of friends yesterday morning, chillin with my cat beside me. no problem whatsoever.
anyways, I was telling you I arrived at the vet’s with multiple things to do. we had scheduled Taras’ anti rabies vaccine + chip injection for that same day, so I basically called while I was getting dressed that I’d arrive a bit earlier, and with another check-up to do too.
one vet for the tortoise, one vet for the cat (who by the way fell in love with the stroller himself, he even tried it with BaBa in it, right outside the building! 😀 I swear, if he wasn’t our vet, I’d say he’s trying to steal him! :D) we came out with considerably reassured spirits and stripped down pockets.
Taras had had an annoying poo issue in the previous weeks, with all the sudden weather changes behind it, so I just gave him some probiotics. nothing to worry about that – but still no chip nor vaccine, just to be sure we weren’t adding one thing to another, with the risk of not knowing if he was having a bad reaction to the vaccine or not.
anyways, with his poo being back to normal we finally had this darn vaccine + chip injection. they’re actually two separate injections, and they’re necessary if you plan to travel with your cat. no passport otherwise.
well, I don’t necessarily plan to travel with him, but I’m sure by the time I’ll find myself in need of all this I’ll be too busy to take care of all the paperwork, visits, injections and so on. so I told myself now or never, and it went through just fine.
he didn’t protest or anything, he even fell asleep with his belly up, taking a serious nap on the table while we were waiting for the response about the tortoise. this way we waited the recommended post-inoculation 45 minutes and saw no reaction whatsoever. he was good as new and decided he could drive us home too! 😀
on the tortoise front, we had a similar diagnose to last year’s attack. she survived the shock but had to be kept indoors with bad weather, outdoors with good weather, but still in a sort of playpen with newspapers or paper towels on the bottom so that you can change/clean it up multiple times a day.
now during the entire drive to the vet, Pablita decided to have a bowel tantrum and produced an absurd amount of poo all over the plastic laundry basket I used to carry her. it, of course smeared all over herself too, and kept on coming. the more we cleaned her up, the more she let out.
I left her at the vet’s a few more minutes and went to the chemist’s shop with the cat and a handful of prescriptions. a few explanations (and more receipts) later, I was out with bottles of saline solution, Betadine and silver ointment. the antibiotics injections were already there at the vet’s.
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follow our summer adventures in tomorrow’s post. an all new episode including more poo, more attacks and more injections! – and Mary Wigham! we didn’t have time for her! 😮
* which I actually didn’t. stuffed animals and Lego bricks were more than enough, and thank you mom for not raising any blond bombshell ambition in me. I had Madonna for that! 😀