I'm so sorry about your finger! That's just terrible. I can't
even imagine a bite so hard it would break the bone. I hope you don't have
anymore problems with that. Very scary. Thank you for reminding me
just how serious something like this can be. You probably got inoculated
with a hefty dose of staff on top of everything else. Cat bites are the
worst.
I don't have any deep bites (mainly some ugly scratches) - but it
is a wonder. I've scrubbed everything with peppermint salt scrubs
(ouch) and put antibiotic cream on it. Not bleeding anymore. I
am currently on antibiotics so hopefully that will help.
Thank you very much for the tip on Feliway spray. I'm not familiar
with it but I will look it up right away. I've heard about the plug-in
thingies - but a spray sounds like just the thing.
I think I have been forgiven. *sigh* I couldn't find him
anywhere for several hours - and was so worried about
him after he was so upset. His favorite thing though is to
go on garage safari - so after the sun went down and things cooled off a bit, I
opened the door from the laundry room to the garage. His buddies went in
there to play and so it wasn't long before I peered in and saw him in his
favorite spot. We made eye-contact and I told him how wonderful he
is. He didn't run so I was content with that.
Later, I did my usual routine and called them all telling them it was time
to come in. He jumped up right away with the rest of them and went
into the house, let me pet him and gave me a kitty kiss. He's camped out
on top of the kitty condo now and being a darling.
I'm convinced that you never know all there is to know about cats and their
psychology. That is one of the things that is so interesting and
intriguing about them, I suppose.
Here's his picture. Why do I have a white cat named Othello?
Well...because until I took him to get 'neutered' (or so I thought..) his name
was Ophelia LOL. He truly is the mighty hunter - and will one day be one
of the sweetest angels. Now if I can just get him to hunt something
besides my arm and my head...
Thank you for the help and for letting me ramble on.
In a message dated 6/30/2006 9:59:54 P.M. Central Daylight Time,
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Try Feliway spray...forget the
stuff you plug in the wall...and spray where the cats are, the taxi, bedding
in the taxi, you, everything (a little spray will do just over
everything).
As far as you are concerned, keep
an eye on all the bite and scratch marks. I had a small feral bite a
finger (and do a lot of other things). I immediately went to the
ER. She had broken the finger. Two surgeries later every thing is
ok but, even with antibiotics IV within minutes, literally, of the incident,
the finger got really infected. It was a mess. Be very
careful. (FYI: the litter feral was spayed, stayed extra time at
the vet's to make sure she did not have rabies, and was released).
If you have men who will exclude any of God's
creatures
from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who
will deal likewise with their fellow
man.
St. Francis
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Friday, June 30, 2006 7:39
PM
Subject: ot: Wherefore art thou,
Othello?
A bit of unpleasantness here. :-(
I'm in the process of having all the babies tested and re-vaccinated
since Mama Kitty is FeVL+. Five down - Three to go. So far
everyone else has tested negative.
Well...the babies are very sensitive to the appearance of the Pet
Taxi in a room. Four of them were totally feral initially - and some
of them took more than three months before I could even pet them.
Eventually, they are the ones who made the decision that they wanted to live
inside with me...and most of the time they are completely precious fuzzballs
(as long as there are no other people).
I thought getting the Pet Taxi out of the closet this morning before I
went to work would give Othello time enough to settle down.
Wrong.
I guess my first mistake was actually telling him in a sweet voice
this morning that we would go later but it would be ok.
These guys know exactly what you are saying. He hid the minute
I got it out this morning - and was hiding also when I came home this
afternoon.
Now I am true to my word to the kitties that I will never
call them if it isn't something wonderful (and that is why I can herd eight
cats at one time -- they come running). But - since this wasn't going
to be much fun, I had to hunt him down. I finally found him and caught
him - but he was so upset that he turned into a ball of teeth and claws out
of sheer terror.
I know he didn't mean to hurt me...I'm not too bloody but got it on the
side of my head and arms LOL. I'm not worried about me at bit...you
should see me when I work with my roses -- I'm just so worried about
how terrified he is.
I finally called the vet and told them what was going on. The
male vet tech assured me that if I couldn't get him calmed down then they
really would prefer that I not bring him in today LOL
I gave the all clear after that ("All Done!")...but he's still
hiding. I'm home Monday and they told me that if I can coax him to
just bring him in any time. I just need to work more with him....and
it sounds like I need a few lessons too - even if I have been taking care of
kitties over 30 years.
You guys are going to think I'm nutty (that's ok :0)...but ever since I
read this article (
Taming
Wild Cats With Tibetan Buddhist Chants ), I bought a CD of Tibetan
Buddist Chants and it really does help to calm down the ferals. Hey,
why not? - it's been known to tame tigers :0) I'm going to put some
rescue remedy in the water too. Any other suggestions?
Insight into cat psychology? Bandaids? I know with all the
fireworks over the weekend we're probably all going to have some very jumpy
cats.
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