Animal Hosipal

consoling the howling cat, who hates the crate with everything he has

Mr. Samuelpoopsterkins (aka Sammy, the cat) is back at the animal hospital today. Boo. He shook his head too hard again and busted ANOTHER blood vessel in his ear. The OTHER ear. Figures.

I took him in on Monday for them to drain the sucker but this time the vet didn't find a ear infection or any reason for him to shake his head like that. I never actually saw him shake his head harder than the normal cat-bath-shakity-thing they do so I have no clue how he did this to himself. We suspect allergies and now he's taking a pill everyday and having surgery to fix his ear. lé sigh.

He will forever have a floppy ear from this hematoma because it covered the whole ear. The other one was deeper and didn't compromise the cartilage. It's actually kinda cute looking.

Side story: I had this cat when I was a kid and he would always cry to go outside at night but to be let in he would jump in my parents window and howl until someone let him in. Well, on the coldest night of the year, he wanted out and then back in and then back out... mom decided he just needed to stay out. 

He disappeared for about a month, we thought the worst, and mom felt horrible. But then, he suddenly showed up and the tips of both ears were black. He got frost bite on his ears and no lie, the tips of his ears fell off. BOY SCOUT HONOR! One day, they just fell off. And not just a little bit fell off, HALF his entire ear, BOTH OF THEM. Gross and hilarious all wrapped into one. He had half ears for the rest of his life. Talk about funny lookin'. 

All I can say is this surgery better freakin work for Sam! I've taken him to the vet more times in the past year than I have his whole life. I'll be picking him up from the vet later today. He's going to hate me for a few more days and just when he starts to come around and love me again, I'll be taking him back to the vet for a check up. So, he'll just hate me for the next month.

He is restricted to the cone again. The dreaded, awful cone for another two weeks. My poor baby. He hates the vet more than other animals because there was this one time at band camp I was taking him in for his shots, a horrible storm ripped through, the sirens were going off (worst fear EVER) and we all had to huddle in the X Ray room. Every single person and animal, including the crated ones from pre- and post-surgery were in this teeny tiny room for about an hour. It was so fun. So yeah... I know this animal hospital really well.