When last I wrote, I was taking Morris to the vet to get one of his incisions examined. One side was quiet and healing very well while the other side looked angry and I wanted to stay on top of any potential infection. Let me preface my vet visit story by stating that I spend at least a quarter of every year corresponding with vet offices. Two vet offices in particular (Family Vet of Stone Ridge and Stream Valley Veterinary Hospital) know the sound of my voice. Two. If you spin it positively, it means that I make sure that all of my animals (foster or not) get quality care. If you spin it negatively, one would have to foster a lot of freaking animals to get to the point that vet offices know the sound of your voice. I'm not even going to address that. Nor will I mention the kennel who if you mention my name can rattle off my dogs or the fact that all of the staff at a veterinary super store ask about my fosters BY NAME. While it certainly attests to the level of care and service I get that I am a repeat customer, I don't know anybody that well for human needs. Except maybe my hairdresser. And I've been seeing her for nine years, so that doesn't really count.
So, the vet agreed to stay open a little longer just so they could make sure Morris didn't need sutures. When I called, I mentioned that one side looked "angry" and I just wanted to make sure he hadn't broken his sutures. What that got translated as to the vet, I'm not sure, but she was expecting to have to resuture. This was going to require some extensive work as Morris only has internal sutures in an effort to limit his trips to the vet. As IF I could be that lucky. When the vet saw him, not only was she relieved to not have to resuture, she was amazed at how well he was doing physically and how much more calm he was. At one point, he was eating treats out of the technician's hands! While they ooohed and aaahed over his progress, I just shook my head as this was the cat who would continue to hiss at me every time I came near his cage.
We do continue to make progress at home. I no longer have to scruff Morris to give him his twice daily dose of pain medication. He does still hiss at me when I go in his crate, but he then calmly lets me pet him. The day I hear him purring will be a beautiful day indeed.
On the horizon for Morris, he will be starting pain free laser therapy on Monday. He's going to receive six sessions of laser therapy combined with some stretching to ensure maximum mobility. As I mentioned before, cats, not being blindly obedient like dogs, aren't the greatest therapy patients, and certainly not a fearful kitty like Morris. I'm excited about the laser therapy and the vet is excited to be able to work with Morris. He'll go three times a week for the next two weeks and then follow up with the orthopedic surgeon to check his progress. I think the surgeon will be happy with what he sees and I can't wait to start giving Morris more time out of the crate to work on the atrophied muscles. I'm sure he'll be happy to exercise said muscles to get as far away from me as he possible can. Or not. We'll see what the coming weeks bring.
If you're in the area and you'd like to meet the kitty who changed the world, let me know. My house is always open. I'll even keep you doggie kiss free!
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