Last night and really early in the morning was not a good night for pets. We’ll start with the worst one. When Shaina moved here she brought her cat, D.C. which also had just had four kittens. One day while checking on these kittens we had to get them out of a corner that D.C. had put them in. One little gray one stayed back, eyes watering all over and just looked sad. Instantly he was dubbed Emo. Emo was a shy kitten that didn’t like us humans too much. Me, not being able to accept that an animal actually didn’t like me, would pick Emo up every chance I get and sing to him, “You must love me!” which to my surprised, he actually started liking us. In fact, he came out of his shell so much that if he would see someone he would run up to them purring as load as can be and constantly rubbing on them. He even rubbed on the baby trying to get him to pet him.
So, last night Shaina came running upstairs with tears in her eyes and said “There’s something wrong with Emo” which I instantly fled downstairs. Not just because it’s Emo but well it’s one of our furry family members. I go downstairs into the kitchen and Emo is laid out on the kitchen floor, feces there and spots of blood. No one knows what happened. The only person that was in there was my Grandpa which is in a wheelchair. We suspect that he ran the cat over accidentally. Of course, he isn’t all there due to past strokes so we couldn’t get a straight story out of him. All that was said (yelled actually) was, “I didn’t touch that cat!” Either way, something obviously bad happened to him. Indoor cats don’t get laid out like this in a house.
Jamie jumped on the phone to the vet and explains what is going on and the symptoms. We thought he had a broken arm. So, the vet said to keep him in a small room and go in in the morning. I had him in my room since it is the only room that he can’t really escape from. Eventually, Emo did not want to be in the box anymore and was sleeping on my bed. Of course, I had to go to bed also and he got off the bed. Walking on his arm just fine. Unfortunately, his right eye won’t open and his pupil is bigger than the left and it just doesn’t seem right. He started meowing at the door so Jamie told me to try him in his chair (it’s a big comfy recliner) which seemed to work. He slept there all night long. So in about a half hour to an hour we’re going to make our way out of the house to go to the Vet. Here’s hoping that he will get better quickly.
Now, next, Duck. Duck, as you may or may not know is not a duck. Duck is my Florida Soft-Shelled Turtle. Named Duck for his pointy nose. Anyway, around 5:30 in the morning I wake up to scratching at my door. My dog gets up and I instantly yell bed to her for her to go lay down. I figured Emo was freaking out since the accident and being in my room. I get up, Ruby runs back over there and I have to nudge her in the butt to go to bed. She showed me where it was coming from though. I turn the light on, no cat. I look, oh my god it’s my turtle. On the floor of my room scratching around. He’s an aquatic turtle but can also go awhile without being in the water but to see him out of his tank and on the floor was amazing. He had jumped out of his tank or crawled out, I have no clue, he must have fell to the ground or I don’t know! So, I had to put him back in the water with my husbands help and then I went back to bed.
Of course sleeping and waking up the entire 2 hours I was laying down and then dreaming of soft shelled turtles walking around our hallway.
So, here’s hoping that Duck stays where he is and that Emo’s vet visit doesn’t have the worst results.
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