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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