More About The White One
|Making himself comfy at VESCONE.|
After several rounds with the vet and the nice people at VESCONE, everyone was confused. He acted fine, just couldn't keep food down. They confirmed that cats don't have eating disorders and it was determined that he needed surgery to find out what was wrong*.
Now would be the time to mention that I thought myself to be the type of person who would never opt for surgery on a cat. Turns out that was me being delusional because there was no doubt in my mind that we were having the cat operated on.
The White One, of course, had other plans.
|Trying to hide from surgery**.|
So they operated on him and found nothing in his GI tract. They biopsied him and thankfully that came back fine as well. The verdict was he swallowed something too big and by the time the surgery happened, he got rid of it.
The White One had to wear a cone while he healed from his stitches. For ten days, Hubby and I watched the cat walk like a drunken sailor. It was sad because the cat had stitches, but funny because he never got the hang of the cone.
Tomorrow will mark two weeks since the surgery and he'll finally be allowed out of the living room to destroy the rest of the house. Things will finally be back to normal.
So to everyone in the Lurkdom who has expressed concern over The White One, thank you.
Last.fm hit of the day: Weak and Powerless by A Perfect Circle
* The worst case scenario in this regard is cancer.
** You should know that he hid himself. Neither Hubby nor I had any hand in this.