As you know, I have many kitties, one of which is named Sunday, who is a ginger-cream tabby. He's odd, long-faced and has enormous eyes. He also has tick paralysis.
I'm home alone for the weekend, and here was one of my kittens, stumbling around. My next door neighbour Bernie helped me get it off (it was on the back of his tail, and he made an awful racket when I tried to remove it myself). My hands were totally shredded, and i managed to get my own blood everywhere. I came home, put Sunday on my sister's bed and laid down with him until he went to sleep. Babies are all the same. He just needed a cuddle to get him off to sleep. After some calling around and fiddling, I'd managed to get a vet to meet me at the Bay and Basin clinic, and ordered a cab to get there. When I was walking down to the shop to get some money out for the cab, I met up with the Salvation Army people, an older couple, Celia and Phillip Webb.
The most amazing thing happened then. They offered to drive me to the vet.
I was thrilled and taken so off-guard by this offer and this kindness. I went home, packed Sunday up in a basket and blanket that smelled like mummy, and they took me out to the Bay and Basin vet.
The first thing the vet said to me when we got there was, "...he's got big eyes, doesn't he?"
|I couldn't find a justifying picture,|
so here's this.
I laughed. His eyes are enormous. Like, huge.
She was trying to give him a look over, but it wasn't helpful that our little twelve-week-old kitten kept crawling over to me and trying to crawl into my shirt. He made some god-awful noises, too. Some scared the vet a little bit.
He should be okay, but is staying there for a day or two. Celie and Phillip (and their little dog Lucy) gave me a lift home. I gathered my kitties all together, and brought them inside for a check-over and a cuddle.
It was a rough day. I have proof.
|I have a triangular-shaped hole on my other hand.|
Can't get a good picture of it.
Much love. :3