Took Monkey to the vet today. He’s been having a, rather large, weird spot on the inside of his left hind leg which wouldn’t get better. I first noticed it about a month ago, and thought he’d been fighting. I figured I keep an eye on it and let it be for the moment. Monkey doesn’t like when I try anything even remotely related to his lower belly, so he’s not very keen on letting me look at the spot and check up on it. What I saw of it occasionally looked okay-ish, but it didn’t change much over time. So last week I decided to take him in for a check-up.
I had an appointment for end of the afternoon today so Dad, the driver, and I went on our way. Monkey doesn’t mind the carrier, but as soon as the door’s closed he knows he going somewhere and he starts scratching at the openings and yowling. It’s hilarious to hear a tough cat as he is whining like a little baby π
Once at the vet he was, as usual, so terrified he barely moved, making it easy for her to lift him up and look at the spot. She came to the conclusion he probably did it himself as a response to itching. He scratched, and when it would keep itching he probably kept going at it with tongue and teeth until this. She said he was probably allergic to fleas. I’d figured as much, since even though I treat him regularly, and he doesn’t have fleas as such, cats with an allergy can break out from even a single bite. And he does get bumps and little welts on the back end of his back on occasion that (as I’d already looked up before) fit the symptoms of flea allergy.
So the vet asked about the treatment I was using and when I told her I always use Frontline, she said that they’ve been noticing for a few years now that its effectiveness is going down. They sell a different brand there so I bought that to use now.
Back to the spot, it got a bit infected over time, so Monkey got a shot of antibiotics for that right there. In addition to that, I got pills to give him once a day to alleviate the itch and a salve to treat the spot with, also once a day. I have to come back next Wednesday to check up on how it’s going.
Dad drove me home then, and I took advantage of his presence for applying the salve. I first gave Monkey the first pill. Luckily he’s usually pretty easy about pills. The anti-flea treatment he runs from as if it is gonna eat him, but stuff pills in wet food and he gobbles them up. Then we tried the salve. First with Dad holding him, but that didn’t work π Monkey was too wild and flexible, and Dad unsure how to hold him, and not holding tight enough. So we switched places. I grabbed the cat, and Dad applied the salve. This worked a bit, but not enough. So I grabbed a towel, wrapped the top end of the cat in it, and thus we managed to get enough salve on there. When I let go, the cat flew into the hallway to sit on his box. Aftermath for us? Me and Dad covered in fur, the floor covered in fur and a couple nice scratches on my hands.
I’m already dreading the other days until the next appointment…
Tonight, before bed, I’ll also give him the new flea treatment, since it’s about time for it again.
Poor kitty π