by, 8th April 2009 at 04:55 AM (2022 Views)
A new cat has officially joined our brood. His name is Syracuse and he's an orange tabby who has been hanging around for a couple of months now. This past weekend he showed up with an infected eye, so I took him to the vet Monday morning for an exam and the old "snip-snip." Also, his tail had some filthy gunk on it that required them to shave and then clean it. His eye will be fine. He likely received a swat in a fight with another neighborhood tom who's on our back porch right now and just sprayed a bag of crocus bulbs a friend gave us. <sigh>
I hadn't really petted or bonded much with Syracuse since he appeared. I'd talk to him and set food out if I saw him, and pet him a little, but he seemed mostly indifferent. He understood he'd been given a name, and appeared to like and respond to it. He is deferential to our other cats, so I had no problem with him spending time in our yard. (The other new cat also doesn't cause problems, I think just the two un-neutered toms didn't get along.) Still, I needed to get a look at his eye when he turned up Sunday, so I got a wet paper towel, sat next to him, gave him some petting and then caught him in a hug with my left arm and held him against my left thigh while I wiped gently at the eye with the paper towel. He was such a good boy! Nervous and tense at first, but he let me do what I needed to and clean the area. Then I went looking for some old, oral antibiotic drops in the fridge (we always have some on hand from one cat or another, this bottle was almost two years old, but hadn't expired). He wanted to sniff the filled syringe first and tried to skitter away when he didn't like the smell. As soon as I grabbed his scruff, he plopped to the ground and let me squirt the stuff in his mouth. He's a really good boy! Catching him yesterday morning for the trip to the vet went pretty smoothly too. He came right into the house (he likes come in and sniff and spray everything, even as I'm chasing after him yelling, "No! Syracuse, no! Outside, back outside!"). This time he made a few laps around the living room and sprayed Bill's massage chair, the wood-burning stove, and then he hopped up on the sofa and hit my clean laundry with a good squirt. <sigh> At last, I gathered him up in a towel and shoved him in the carrier. He yowled some in the car on the way to the vet, but not much. The doctor said he was very mellow on exam, and she thinks his name suits him. He received all his shots, tested negative for feline leukemia, and got "snipped." YAY!
I let him out of the carrier when we got home because he was clawing aggressively at the metal door. Syracuse wandered back and forth from the front door (which was open to the steel security door and the front yard beyond) to the sliding glass doors (very closed!), weaving and stumbling from the anesthetic like a drunken sailor, for about 20 minutes. Eventually, he settled himself into "meatloaf kitty" in the middle of the floor and began to nap. It looked like a nice idea, so I put down the laptop, stretched out on the sofa, watched the birds in the front yard, and fell asleep too. After half an hour or so I woke up and looked over at where Syracuse had been sleeping. Not there. Not at the front door either. I groggily started peering toward the stairs, chairs, and all in between. DH was sitting across from me in his chair and informed me, "He's on your feet." Yep, he's truly one of us now!
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