Â Holy crap! What a day!
I went out at 7:30 this morning to trap and there were no cats out; however there were a gazillion small children running and playing and screaming that early in the morning, which would explain why the cats were scarce.
Anyway, I gave up at 9:00 and came in for a bit. I went back out at 9:30 and met my partner in cat trapping. No sooner did we decide that none were going to come out that Mister Moostache paid us a visit.
We trapped him.
He is the only one we trapped today, but believe me when I say that it was sooooo worth it. This little man is virile enough to populate the earth and I think he’s been trying.
He was a wild one, though. He rocked the cage all the way to SPCA and we were concerned for his safety.
They de-sexed him, checked out his former wounds and sent him on his way. He seems to have healed up fine from the infected wounds he suffered from during the past month.
So we get him back to Discovery Bay and decide we should release him straight away since he has been stark raving mad the whole journey, but I just want to take a quick peek at him to be sure he is okay before we release him…
Yeah, well, good thing I did. He was on his side, covered in urine, salivating all over everything, panting, eyes glazed over and convulsing.
This is not good.
I say to my cohorts, “We have to take him straight to the vet!” to which they both agreed. There was a little drama along the way when my friend who was driving wanted to stop and take a look, but I refused due to a)the urgency and b)knowing damn well that it would upset her to the point of freaking out…it upset me and I am cool in bad situations.
Anyway, the vet here in DB said he would sedate him, examine him and to hope for the best. The cause was stress, which I knew, and the vet said that it may kill him as stress can do to a cat. I prepared for the worst and hoped for the best while I worked out hard core to relieve the stress of the situation.
So now there is both good and bad news (sort of) and more good news…
The good news is that his sutures are good and the sedative seems to have worked its magic. He was calm, yet alert and we just released him back to his home.
The bad news is the Mister Moostache won’t be getting any for quite some time (by the way, this is only bad news for Mister Moostache).
The additional good news…the vet here in DB (who is so wonderful) did not charge me for tending to Mister Moostache. Not even for the sedative.
**EDITED TO ADD**
I forgot to mention that when I picked Mister Moostache up from the vet, I saw a ziploc bag filled withÂ part of a dogs intestine.Â Somebody was a bad puppy and ate part of her toy…she was in recovery still.Â The intestine was awaiting the owner coming in for a post-surgical consult.Â It was interesting, or so I thought.