So Monkey’s been having a wound/infection kinda thing between the middle toes of his back leg for a while now. I took him to the vet in early December to have it looked at, and she gave me some antibiotics and told me to soak the paw in sodium carbonate.
So I soaked his paw every day, and finished the antibiotics treatment (about a week), but the wound didn’t really change. So I gave it some more time, kept soaking the paw once every day and then the holiday preparations hit and I got distracted. But last week, as excitement ebbed away, I took notice again, and saw that there were still barely any changes.
So today I took him back to the vet, and just like last time he’s turning out to be quite medical marvel. The vet was surprised it hadn’t healed yet and took a swab to have it checked out to see what kind of infection it is. She also said to stop the soaking, it seems as if the wetness isn’t helping, so we’re trying keeping it dry. She also gave me another antibiotics treatment, this time ten days worth. We probably have to come back, like last time, on a weekly basis, unless I manage to get good pictures of the paw to send to her. Will have to try doing that.
I know the cat will be pleased that there’s no more soaking. He absolutely hated it! The first few times, as I was trying out how best to do it, I got scratched all over. Then I figured out how to roll him in a towel tight enough that he would stay confined, and calm enough, to soak the paw for a minute or so. But as the days went on, he started realising what it meant when I put the bow with the solution on the floor and came at him with the towel so he’d hide in corners π
And today he decided he really didn’t want to go to the vet, so as we (Nienke drove us) were just a couple hundred yards away from the vet’s office, he decided to poop in the carrier…
The smell was horrible, and as he was squirming about in the carrier, trying to get out, and away from the poop, he managed to spread it over the bottom, and into the towel, and some on himself too. The vet was heroic, in that she cleaned out the worst in the carrier while I held the cat in a stranglehold. The carrier got at least cleanish enough to take Mr. Poop home without making it worse.
Back home I cleaned the cat, which he did not like. But serves him well for the crap he gave me (pun intended). Then spent fifteen minutes minutely scrubbing the carrier since poop had been in all the corners and crannies. Joy.