Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Ginger to the vet and back home now

In between a very hectic day, I managed to find time to take Ginger to the vet today. Well, actually, to two vets, but the wait was too long at the first, so we went to the second one.

 On the way to the second vet. We had a mild orchestra on board. Mild...compared to the Bunnyphant's.

 Don Don greeting Ginger.

One look at the wound and the vet said it was definitely a bite wound (by another cat - Quack?). No doubt about it at all. The vet even showed me all the classic spots where bite wounds would be located and why (the loser turns around so these spots are susceptible). A paw wound isn't so bad, he said. The worst is where it's on the back where the fatty tissues are.

While I thought it looked "mild", it wasn't. It was already infected with pus. Cat bites are very toxic. The vet cut off the fur, pressed the pus and blood out and disinfected the wound. Through it all, Ginger was most cooperative. Not a sound, and no resistance at all.

"So friendly, this cat...", remarked the vet.

 See the infected wound?

"Is it serious", I asked?

"Yes, it is", the vet said, as the surrounding tissue is already infected. But cleaning up and antibiotics should do the trick.

I asked for the temperature to be taken and Ginger was running a temperature of 40 degrees. This explains why he had refused food this morning. He ate last night, but not this morning. I'm glad I managed to bring him to the vet today.

I asked further and the vet said there had been cases where bite wounds could lead to death, if not treated. Never ever take bite wounds lightly, please, especially when the victim is a "fat cat". The toxins go into the fatty tissue and it is hard for the antibiotics to penetrate to fight the infection.

I see...so it doesn't pay to be fat, I suppose.  Pole would agree, she's all muscle.

The vet wanted to give oral antibiotics but I was worried I would not be able to feed Ginger since he had bitten me before last time, so to play it safe, I asked for the antibiotic jab. It would last for 48 hours, so I would have to bring Ginger in every two days for two more rounds. I would prefer this to being bitten (and me having to take antibiotics after that!).

 We came home and Ginger wanted to dig his way out of the cage.

He still refused food.

 Rosie kept watch in case Mr Quack came to intimidate her brother again.

Well, not that Rosie could counter the Quack, but at least she wants to protect her brother.

 Ginger turned everything upside down in the cage and scratched and tore up the newspapers and cardboard as a mark of protest (of being caged).

 I cleared up the mess later.

 By 4pm, I fed him wetfood and this time, he ate it all up.

Good, probably the fever has subsided. Having an appetite is always good.

 Daffodil came to visit Ginger many times but would scuttle off whenever she saw me peeking.

I managed to feed her, though.

Good that Mr Quack did not follow Daffodil on all these trips to visit the patient (Ginger). We thought we had successfully prevented him from coming in but we spoke too soon. Just 15 minutes ago, Quack came right in and Bunny raised the alarm by letting out a war cry. We water-shot Mr Quack away. We cannot have him intimidating and stressing out Ginger.

By Friday, I hope Ginger recovers completely. Once he is released, there is still the danger of Mr Quack fighting with him.

But one step at a time....

Ginger's treatment is fully sponsored by Tabs & Associates (!).


Connie said...

Mr Quack not a good kitty isn't he? Bad kitty!

nandhini said...

I have taken 3 of the cats i feed to the same vet for similar injuries because of fight and being the weak one. And one of it was Snow, she was missing for a couple of days and when I found her, her leg was swollen 3x the size and vet had to squeeze out the puss. Never knew such injuries can be life threatening. Just saw Ginger's sad face:) Get well soon Ginger