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I'm a kitty prison guard
So one of our cats, Violet (our definite favorite) has for some time now had a lump on her belly that I think the vet called an inverted nipple. They've tried a couple of times to aspirate it and make it go away without success, so we finally opted to have it surgically removed lest it become infected or something.
She just came home from the vet about an hour ago, and has to be confined somewhere where she can't jump; jumping might tear out her stitches.
So I rigged up an old baby playpen and my mother and I lined the bottom with a spare shower curtain, then put a flannel sheet on top of that, and I put one of the "cat beds" inside a clean pillowcase and put that in there along with a heavy ceramic dog bowl of water (that one won't tip over) along with a small plastic box of litter, then stretched a fitted sheet over the top and clothes pinned it to the rail.
Poor thing doesn't know what to make of her predicament. She already ate the small quantity of food that she is allowed tonight and is busily walking around in circles looking for a way out. The incision is downright enormous. At least four inches long, and she's not a very big kitty. I'd say that in human scale, it'd be like having an incision from your sternum all the way down to your belly button.
I'm sitting up here to keep her company for a while and to make sure she doesn't vomit or try to escape (she's already tried poking a hole in the fabric mesh of the playpen with her claws). I feel like a kitty prison guard, and its kind of sad.
She just came home from the vet about an hour ago, and has to be confined somewhere where she can't jump; jumping might tear out her stitches.
So I rigged up an old baby playpen and my mother and I lined the bottom with a spare shower curtain, then put a flannel sheet on top of that, and I put one of the "cat beds" inside a clean pillowcase and put that in there along with a heavy ceramic dog bowl of water (that one won't tip over) along with a small plastic box of litter, then stretched a fitted sheet over the top and clothes pinned it to the rail.
Poor thing doesn't know what to make of her predicament. She already ate the small quantity of food that she is allowed tonight and is busily walking around in circles looking for a way out. The incision is downright enormous. At least four inches long, and she's not a very big kitty. I'd say that in human scale, it'd be like having an incision from your sternum all the way down to your belly button.
I'm sitting up here to keep her company for a while and to make sure she doesn't vomit or try to escape (she's already tried poking a hole in the fabric mesh of the playpen with her claws). I feel like a kitty prison guard, and its kind of sad.
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