I should have known better…
So Ryan brought home a kitty last week. When he brought it home it was at 10pm and the kids were all ready in bed. When it came home it was soooo happy to be here. It climbed up my leg and curled itself around my neck. Then it jumped into my lap, curled up and went to sleep in my lap. Awwwww… It was a very happy kitty and happy that she was rescued from being drowned. She had food, water and a comfortable little box to sleep in…. well… 10 hours later I’m sure the kitty was wishing it was drowned….
The kids woke up at 8:00am and we showed them the kitten. They went crazy over this cat. They hugged it, petted it, put it in their lap, kissed it, nuzzled into it’s fur, carried it around, and squeezed the piss out of it. Well, after repeatedly telling the boys to be gentle, leave the cat alone and be careful, they settled down. So I left the kitten in their care and went downstairs to go on the computer. They come down, not 10 minutes later and have the kitten stuffed in a pail. She happens to hop out and hide behind a big picture I have leaning against the wall.
The kitten seemed unusually quiet, still and tired. I didn’t really pay attention. I just thought it wanted to get away from the boys so I put it out in the garage for a while so it could get some peace and quiet. It wasn’t until later that day when I brought the kitten back in to eat that I noticed she was limping. Her right foot had swollen up and she wasn’t putting any pressure on it.
Awww… man… only here for a few hours and they have already injured the kitten. The boys played innocent, but I know they did something to her as they tried to put her in the pail earlier. I showed them what happened and explained that they had to be gentle with her. Since they were not nice to the kitten, I banned the boys from touching or playing with the kitten. I placed her on top of the fridge where she happily slept in a little basket. When she wanted down she would meow and I would let her eat or take her to the bathroom. At least she was safe.
I waited for a couple of days hoping it’s just a sprain and she’d get over it. I did not want to take it to a vet and pay a jabajillion dollars to have x- rays, etc. Her foot didn’t get any better and in fact seem to swell more and more.
Ryan reminded me that the neighbor next door was a vet. So on Thanksgiving I went over and asked him to take a look at the kitten…. He checked her out for free and sure enough she had a broken bone in her foot. *sigh* Thankfully he gave told me how to put a cast on her and gave me bandages that don’t stick to the cat fur but adhere to the bandage.
Ryan and I doctored the kitten then brought it over to the neighbor to take a look. He said we did it perfect. So now “Bebe” the kitten has a little purple cast that goes around her foot.
She does not like it, but I think she’s in too much pain and too sore to remove it. Poor lil’ kitty. The neighbor said cats heal well and they heal very quickly… she should be healed in a month or so… A MONTH?!? Yikes. Man, I guess that’s why cats have 9 lives… well.. ours only has 8 now…