Today we took Rasta kitty into G/town to see the vet. She sat in her new cat carrier that Lisa gave us (THANK YOU LISA!) and had a fairly relaxed ride. Tim thought it was hilariously ironic that we sat next to a man with a bird in a basket on the way to town. Very Loony Tunes...
Our experience at the vet was less fun. Rasta got dewormed and some multi-vitamins (hopefully this will help her stop eating dirt). We were also concerned about the shape and feel of her stomach. Since we got her fixed in December it has been very hard and bumpy and she licks it until she gets hotspots.
The vet in town was awesome (undergrad and masters in Germany who did his Fulbright scholarship at Davis). However when he saw Rasta he said her surgery had been a “butchery” and she had definitely lost a few of her nine lives. I was almost in tears when he told us that it is almost certain that she still has her ovaries inside and it is possible that her intestines have formed lesions. Poor kitty!!!
For now he gave Rasta some antibiotics (a shot and some pills) to help with her exterior tummy wounds and after that series of antibiotics we will call him to set up an appointment so he can cut her back open in the hopes that he can reorganize and fix things. I am so pissed off at the “vet” who did such a bang up job on my little mewster. However, we trust in the skills of the G/town vet (any PCV who wants his info, give us a call, we highly recommend him).
We can also be grateful that we have even gotten to love Rasta at all. It was fate that brought her to us on a rainy day, when a chance walk brought us down a new route to where she was mewing on the side of the freeway. Without us, she wouldn't have survived past the torrential downpour that day. So whatever happens we are grateful to have found such a sweet friend in Rasta Kitty. We will keep you posted next month when she has her next visit to the vet.
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