Homecoming

Exactly 24 hours after the scheduled consult, I set out to pick up Morris from the vet. I *might* have made a brief appearance at the outlet mall across the street from the vet, but that's not really pivotal to this story. While at the vet, one of the receptionists tried to convince me to take her albino corn snake that she rescued. As if!!! She did offer me the comfort of letting me know that Morris let her scritch him through the cage and didn't maim her. Awesome. Can't wait to get him home.

I walked into the room with the doctor's assistant and got the run down on Morris' care. No stairs, no vigorous activity, make sure he eats, poops and breathes. Suddenly, I found myself caring for a newborn with claws and fangs. It definitely wasn't the first time, but the last newborn with claws and fangs barely weighed 2 lbs. Whole different ballgame when the cat weighs 8 lbs. I got my instructions, my baggie fully of preloaded syringes, my pissed off kitty and away we went!

When we got home, I set him up in his "castle" and gave him space to chill out. Later that night, we spent quality time (and by quality I mean he didn't maim me) and I fed him almost literally out of my hand. I gently closed the door to his crate, left it unlatched and went to bed. The door sticks when opening or closing it, so I figured the chances of a recovering kitty opening were slim to none. He had a pain patch and seemed comfortable in his crate, so I went to bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head. If only I knew what would be waiting for me the next day.

TO BE CONTINUED...