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Oct. 1st, 2020 09:54 am10:00
Woke up at 5.30 first because the boy was awake and playing on his phone in bed and I think the light woke me up? Then couldn't get back to sleep because he got up, went downstairs, and twenty minutes later I heard "Bat Cat! Batty Catty! No! Bat Cat, leave that mouse alone!" It was a mouse this time, not the brown rat of last time, it was a very tiny field mouse so we did the cup and paper thing, except with a small trash bin and a piece of cardboard, and we let it loose out back.
Went back to bed. Woke up at 8 because I'd forgotten to turn off my alarm and instead set it to snooze a few times. This time kept awake by the boy going "Holy shit there's deer in the backyard" which okay, that is more benevolent, I don't have to do anything, and for a semi-rural area we do not get many deer in the backyard, oddly. Maybe there's just enough forage on the mountain, and enough local hunters to keep the population even. There were four deer, I got a couple crappy pictures because my phone camera decided to focus on the screen instead of the deer, and then they left. And I tried to go back to bed but couldn't so, fuckit.
Cassius's jaw isn't any better, so we've got two vet options we've alerted, one until 9pm tonight and one 24 hour one after that. We didn't catch him this morning, but it wasn't an "I'm in pain and even humans I like are unwelcome" sort of not catch, more of a "I like you but I like stalking birds more" kind of not catch. Hopefully in a couple hours we'll get him into the crate.
And we've got two or three other errands to do for our housecats, and I'm pondering cleaning up the craft room such that everything gets dumped into plastic boxes in case we have to make Cassius an indoor cat, which means we also have to make Barton an indoor cat because I'm not separating them. God it's going to be a long day. (Hence the timestamp up above, if the day doesn't calm down quick there's going to be a hell of a lot more going on today that I'm going to end up ranting about. Watch this space.)
15:00
Good thing: We got Cassius in the carrier and he was remarkably quiet. He knocked around a bit for the first few minutes and then he lay down and meows for another fifteen minutes and then he was quiet. He licked my finger a couple of times. He did pant, possibly out of unsettledness? But otherwise he was the second quietest cat or so of the bunch, and considering he's a feral that's saying something.
Bad thing: He was not so quiet when the vet actually took him back. I really fucking wish we could have gone back with him but we did not, and now he has to stay quarantined at the vet's for ten days because he bit someone and I am fucking terrified they're just going to put him down and we're never going to see him again. They say they're just going to quarantine him but I'm not going to feel good until he's back in my arms again. I hate everything about this, I entirely regret not taking him to our regular vet (we went to a vet who was recommended by a feral rescue group NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN THANK YOU) and I kind of regret taking him to a vet at all, although that really did look like a bad something. Tooth abscess? Not sure.
We got all our various cat meds and some lunch because neither I nor the boy felt like even heating up pizza rolls and we're back at home and I have no idea how I'm going to focus on anything for the rest of the day, but... that's where it is. Too late to do anything but wait now unless by some miracle I get my very own Leverage team to spring my cat out of kitty jail.
16:00
Small town network is very concerned and working for us. One feral organization the boy's been contacting has contacts in animal control and has given them a heads up that this is a known, friendly, feral-by-technicality feral. An adoption/rescue organization has let us know that if we have a room we can secure Cassius in (we do. oh boy we do.) we can see if the vet will let us quarantine him in there. That'd be ideal, even if it would require a couple of hours of throwing things into boxes and stacking the boxes against the wall as currently the craft room is an explosion of materials. But that'd be fine. We could bring Barton in, too, so they'd be together. Here's hoping. We're going to ask the new vet about that when we call or they call about his mouth issue.
Woke up at 5.30 first because the boy was awake and playing on his phone in bed and I think the light woke me up? Then couldn't get back to sleep because he got up, went downstairs, and twenty minutes later I heard "Bat Cat! Batty Catty! No! Bat Cat, leave that mouse alone!" It was a mouse this time, not the brown rat of last time, it was a very tiny field mouse so we did the cup and paper thing, except with a small trash bin and a piece of cardboard, and we let it loose out back.
Went back to bed. Woke up at 8 because I'd forgotten to turn off my alarm and instead set it to snooze a few times. This time kept awake by the boy going "Holy shit there's deer in the backyard" which okay, that is more benevolent, I don't have to do anything, and for a semi-rural area we do not get many deer in the backyard, oddly. Maybe there's just enough forage on the mountain, and enough local hunters to keep the population even. There were four deer, I got a couple crappy pictures because my phone camera decided to focus on the screen instead of the deer, and then they left. And I tried to go back to bed but couldn't so, fuckit.
Cassius's jaw isn't any better, so we've got two vet options we've alerted, one until 9pm tonight and one 24 hour one after that. We didn't catch him this morning, but it wasn't an "I'm in pain and even humans I like are unwelcome" sort of not catch, more of a "I like you but I like stalking birds more" kind of not catch. Hopefully in a couple hours we'll get him into the crate.
And we've got two or three other errands to do for our housecats, and I'm pondering cleaning up the craft room such that everything gets dumped into plastic boxes in case we have to make Cassius an indoor cat, which means we also have to make Barton an indoor cat because I'm not separating them. God it's going to be a long day. (Hence the timestamp up above, if the day doesn't calm down quick there's going to be a hell of a lot more going on today that I'm going to end up ranting about. Watch this space.)
15:00
Good thing: We got Cassius in the carrier and he was remarkably quiet. He knocked around a bit for the first few minutes and then he lay down and meows for another fifteen minutes and then he was quiet. He licked my finger a couple of times. He did pant, possibly out of unsettledness? But otherwise he was the second quietest cat or so of the bunch, and considering he's a feral that's saying something.
Bad thing: He was not so quiet when the vet actually took him back. I really fucking wish we could have gone back with him but we did not, and now he has to stay quarantined at the vet's for ten days because he bit someone and I am fucking terrified they're just going to put him down and we're never going to see him again. They say they're just going to quarantine him but I'm not going to feel good until he's back in my arms again. I hate everything about this, I entirely regret not taking him to our regular vet (we went to a vet who was recommended by a feral rescue group NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN THANK YOU) and I kind of regret taking him to a vet at all, although that really did look like a bad something. Tooth abscess? Not sure.
We got all our various cat meds and some lunch because neither I nor the boy felt like even heating up pizza rolls and we're back at home and I have no idea how I'm going to focus on anything for the rest of the day, but... that's where it is. Too late to do anything but wait now unless by some miracle I get my very own Leverage team to spring my cat out of kitty jail.
16:00
Small town network is very concerned and working for us. One feral organization the boy's been contacting has contacts in animal control and has given them a heads up that this is a known, friendly, feral-by-technicality feral. An adoption/rescue organization has let us know that if we have a room we can secure Cassius in (we do. oh boy we do.) we can see if the vet will let us quarantine him in there. That'd be ideal, even if it would require a couple of hours of throwing things into boxes and stacking the boxes against the wall as currently the craft room is an explosion of materials. But that'd be fine. We could bring Barton in, too, so they'd be together. Here's hoping. We're going to ask the new vet about that when we call or they call about his mouth issue.