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Oct. 28th, 2005 10:39 pmMm, I love QI and I'd kill to be at a dinner party with Stepehn Fry.
Max is poorly puss.
He came in on Tuesday with a little blood round his mouth and sat licking his chops for over an hour. I assumed cat fight as there was all manner of yowling going on in the back entry.
But he went off his food and I found bloody drool all over my bed where he had slept. Nice.
He goes to the food bowl, obviously very hungry but can't eat. So my chief suspicions were broken jaw (nope, would let me pet him round the jaw) broken tooth (nope, managed to pry the Teeth of Doom open and they were okay) obstruction in mouth (nope, all clear there)
So we went to the vet.
He's got a seriously lacerated tongue. Heaven knows how he managed that. Either he got socked in the gob with a sharp paw, licked something very sharp like a tin or bit it. My money is on that he bit it himself.
Ow!
So £70 later (antibiotic injection, pain killing injection, 5 days oral antibiotics and his Frontline flea treatments for 6 months) we go home.
I am *so* looking forward to trying to get those antibiotics down him. Yes, I have a pill gun. As Mr Pratchett pointed out, with one hand you hold cat, with another you pry open Teeth of Doom, with your third hand you stuff tablet down already sore mouth.
If he hospitalises me again, I will not be chuffed.
FF
Max is poorly puss.
He came in on Tuesday with a little blood round his mouth and sat licking his chops for over an hour. I assumed cat fight as there was all manner of yowling going on in the back entry.
But he went off his food and I found bloody drool all over my bed where he had slept. Nice.
He goes to the food bowl, obviously very hungry but can't eat. So my chief suspicions were broken jaw (nope, would let me pet him round the jaw) broken tooth (nope, managed to pry the Teeth of Doom open and they were okay) obstruction in mouth (nope, all clear there)
So we went to the vet.
He's got a seriously lacerated tongue. Heaven knows how he managed that. Either he got socked in the gob with a sharp paw, licked something very sharp like a tin or bit it. My money is on that he bit it himself.
Ow!
So £70 later (antibiotic injection, pain killing injection, 5 days oral antibiotics and his Frontline flea treatments for 6 months) we go home.
I am *so* looking forward to trying to get those antibiotics down him. Yes, I have a pill gun. As Mr Pratchett pointed out, with one hand you hold cat, with another you pry open Teeth of Doom, with your third hand you stuff tablet down already sore mouth.
If he hospitalises me again, I will not be chuffed.
FF
