'Siada had her surgery without complications last week. It was terrible not having her home that night (but they needed to make sure things were going well before releasing her into our care). For the first couple days she was very groggy and quite drugged. She had a hard time moving around (would not put any weight on the corrected knee) so she had a few spills in her confinement area, but nothing serious. I gave her lots of attention, special stinky cat food to get her to eat more (was worried about dehydration until she got more mobile), and I crawled into her Kitton Prison with her and watched many episodes of the Walking Dead this weekend while keeping her company. She gets up a few times a night and fusses/stresses and I get up to make sure she didn't empty the litter box into her cage (because she did once) or to make sure she wasn't standing on her back legs trying to jailbreak.
One of the major issues we are having is that she keeps taking the dang cone off. Even the cute little lion cone is getting removed with regularity (sigh). It is supposed to be on for 2 weeks when she is unsupervised, but she has removed it a number of times. She hasn't damaged her sutures though, which is good. She is mostly just interested in grooming her princessy butt. I am trying to rig a pair of infant leggings into a one legged hosen type thing to see if she will wear that rather than the cone. Will be testing out that theory tonight.
One of the good things though is that I have to say that the purchase of the stroller was rather brilliant on our part. It enables us to take her anywhere in the house with us, which allows her to get more social time and to be less bored (bored Savannahs are destructive Savannahs, lol). She is already trying to jail break (and actually made it past me and out of confinement once, but I nabbed her quickly and recontained her royal rump). Of course, her Papa decided that her stroller, while perfectly serviceable in the house, is not sturdy enough for walks at campgrounds or around the Cabin), so he ordered one with more substantial tires and more heft to it. When it comes in I will do a full comparison of the two here.
The stroller is also allowing the other cats to remember that she is still here, and to reacquaint themselves with her smells. And it provided the sweetest moment last night when Layla finally got over her fear of the new apparatus and gave her "sister" kisses.
Tomorrow will mark the beginning of the second week of recovery. The whole span is 8 weeks, and it will be a very long (sleepless) 8 weeks in my world!
I am also considering setting up a laptop so she can watch TV while we are at work, and making sure she has time sitting in the window or watching us work in various rooms when we are at home. A stroller might make that easier as well. And her Papa has a lapdesk ready so that he can sit in the room with her while he games in the evenings.
If anyone has additional tips on keeping the feline mind occupied, I would love to hear them!
Siada does in fact need knee surgery, on both legs. The first will be next week. I am stressed out and worried about how sad she will be being confined for 8 weeks. Fortunately, her containment area will actually be larger than I expected (I was guessing it would be a small crate, but instead we can use the Kitton Prisons we already have, which are octagonal and 52X52 inches).
The surgery has a 90% success rate, and the surgeon told us that even for the other 10% that they still tend to be better off before, with less of the knee slipping out of place. Hopefully once this is all over we can have the Princess streaking around the house and ruling once again with her iron paw!
I do have to say that we should have given Nimar's vet (who works at the ER/Specialist center) a heads up that we were coming in. When she saw us in the lobby I could see for a moment that she was worried that we were there for an emergency (she knew we got two new Savannahs), but we quickly told her that Siada was in the back (she rushed back to meet her) and then showed her more pictures of Layla and also of Malik. She (and all of the techs that had to deal with Nimar) were happy to hear that Malik is MUCH easier to handle.
The last month is somewhat of a blur, as I was sick for three weeks and after that it was fast-paced prep time for the camping trip this past weekend (the kittons, btw, loved being in the camper again). And overshadowing everything else is the fact that tomorrow Siada goes in for her appointment to have her knees x-rayed. She has luxating patellas on both knees (with one worse than the other). This causes her knee to slip out of alignment at times. She can pop it back in, but over time this will cause serious arthritis and we need to prevent that as best we can. The condition is congenital, but not necessarily hereditary. It is not particularly common in cats, but when it does show up it is usually lanky, leggy breeds.
The x-rays themselves are neither here nor there, it is the surgery that is stressing me. Recover is 6 weeks, and she will be crated most of that time. I feel so horrible over the very idea of having to do that. She loves to run and climb and jump and play so very much. I know this is the "right thing" but that doesn't mean it feels like it.
I love so very much that you want to sleep on me. I love even more that you are considerate enough to not try to sleep too close to Siada, because I do not need a nocturnal brawl on top of me. I do wish, however, that you would consider some other location that is not my throat. You are far too big now to drape safely across my windpipe.
I hope that you will take this into consideration if you want me to continue living long enough to feed you each morning.
Your favorite person
PS - I dont need your extra fluffy tail up my nose either.
Sweetheart, please give me warning the next time you decide to have the BEST DAY EVER and to try to make the leap onto the top shelf of the closet, while I am sitting on the floor under it looking for something. Your epic miss, and desperate attempt to save yourself, brought down the entire top shelf of winter clothes onto my head.
This was not my best Monday ever.
BEST MAMMA EVER
I think you need to go visit the sorting hat again. I am pretty sure you are a Slytherin.
The concerned Ravenclaw in your house
Today Layla is a year old! She opted for a pirate party and everyone had fun with the new birthday scratcher. Later there will be some lamb cat food and a yummy steak for the kittons to consume. Layla wants the world to know that yes, birthdays are indeed the BEST DAY EVER!
This past weekend when we arrived at our cabin, the first thing we heard when stepping out of the Jeep was the tiny wails of a little baby kitten. The sound of a human infant sends me running for the hills, but there is something so heart wrenching about the cry of a tiny baby kitten that just stabs right to my heart. We searched for it, and eventually found it (a tiny black tabby or marble, not much more than a week old) under a small porch next to the cabin. This is actually the second litter to be stashed here by a smart mommy who knows how dry (and shaded) that area stays.
We listened to the wails as we unpacked, and then I came out a few more times to check on the little one, and to leave food for mom. We decided that if mommy did not show up in a few more hours, we were making a run to PetSmart for a bottle and formula and then I hit social channels online to figure out how to handle this.
I am pretty much a pro at giving large, cranky cats shots and meds at this point, but the idea of bottle feeding a little one was intimidating. I am fortunate in my friends though as I know a vet, vet tech, and many people who do rescue and foster work for cats and kittens. One friend kindly pointed me to this site for all the how-tos that one could want: www.maddiesfund.org/orphaned-kitten-care-how-to.htm
The good news though, is that pretty soon mamma kitty DID come and take care of her baby. I made sure that there was plenty of food out for her, hoping that would help her stay closer to the baby's hidey spot (and would let the baby cry less for its comfort). I hope that in a few weeks we will see a little marble or stripey baby bounding around that side yard.
Eventually, we will have to start trapping some of the ferals on the property and getting them fixed. We are very happy to host a colony, but do not want it getting out of control.
I never did get a photo of the fuzzy jellybean baby, so y'all will have to be content with my knuckleheads avoiding the heat this weekend ;-)
Finally someone is calling out the injustice in the auto industry. Now we just need to address the lack of cat amenities elsewhere (it will go easier on all of us once the cats manage to finally take over the world): jalopnik.com/its-about-time-we-make-some-optional-car-packages-for-c-1828583230.
Oh Google, you definitely targeted this bit of marketing appropriately!
Also, the call came that Malik's procedure went well and he is in recovery. I cannot wait to have my boy home. Poor Layla is looking for her buddy!
It is that time. Yes, I am stressing it out already, even though I completely trust my vets and know that he will be 100% just fine. It doesn't stop me from worrying though.
Yeah, I am taking Malik in in the morning to have his little kitton nuggets removed. Poor boy has no clue what is coming his way.
As is the norm in our house, I have prepared a Bitty Kitton Bag for him to take to the vet to hold all of his essentials (toys, yummy food, and a letter to the vet). I did Siada and Layla's bags to match, but opted to go a bit different for his. I hope he likes it. :-)
Using Suitical shirts for Siada and Layla helped quell their running and jumping post-spay. I am not sure there is much of anything to keep this little guy from his usual rampage. I think that is really my worry. It is not so much about whether the vets will do things well, but how well I manage post-procedure recover. (Realistically, I should be a pro at dealing with cat issues after the Nimar Years, but it doesn't stop me from worrying over it.
Wish us luck tomorrow!
Savannah Caretaker who is honored to do the job.