Brain capacity spent worrying about the cat = 80%
Time spent thinking about living on a narrow boat = 20%
If you wanted anything else out of us this month...
maybe August.
Congratulations to Jo and Jon, who got married today. Angie and Tamsin went to their reception and Tamsin wowed the audience with her medley of the wedding march, love songs and football songs expertly performed on the paper and comb. There was panic during the day when Tamsin realised her playing skills were very rusty, but constant practice made perfect and it all went well.
Poor Carlsberg has not been feeling at all well over the weekend and yesterday she just laid on the landing all day and night. This morning, Tamsin took her to the vet, who said, "Sh*t!" (sorry to any under 16s) "Is there any chance she could have been shot?!". Well, there are loads of kids that shoot over the back, so it was a distinct possibility. Carlsberg stayed at the vet for x-ray and surgery.
1pm - the vet has just phoned. It was not a pellet, but huge abscess that stretches from her back, all the way around to her groin. She will need a drain. She can come home tonight.
This is what she now looks like and we have never seen anything so pathetic.
The drain goes in here....
...and it goes all the way round and comes out here.
Tamsin made her a comfy bed, but Carlsberg got up and balanced herself on the cardboard box and
fell asleep and that is where Tamsin has left her. She isn't allowed to be around us dogs because we will try
and lick her wounds and we're not allowed.
Carlsberg has to go back to the vet on Wednesday.
The Carlsberg fanbase will be pleased to know she spent a comfortable night and even dragged herself up onto the bed twice and fell off it once. She decided to explore and master her lampshade-head-thing at 5am and is a lot brighter now that it is 7am.
Tamsin has now also learnt how to spell abscess. It's from her hours trawling the internet to look up normal cat respiration rates in her over anxious state at midnight last night after Carls tried to jump off the bed.
All is much brighter this morning, and a big thank you to all our friends who have mailed, texted and phoned. We appreciate it.
Tamsin barrackaded Carlsberg upstairs and went to work. A clothes airer, a baby gate with 4 inch gaps and a sheet of metal and a box blocking off the catflap. There was no way she was going to make it downstairs anyway wearing her buster collar, and also she could hardly walk.
Tamsin went off to work and came home at lunch to check on us. She went up to see Carls, but there was no cat there. She looked under the beds, in the cupboards, behind the door... there are only so many places a cat with a buster collar on can hide. No cat. In disbelief, she looked in the garden. No cat. She kept saying, "She MUST be upstairs. She CAN'T have got out. She treble checked and quadrupal checked but no cat.
Finally, she put our collars and leads on. We needed to go out anyway, as I had broken into our holiday supply of dried food. We led Tamsin down a different path from usual. We walked behind the houses and past a sports car. Beanz got down and started sniffing. Tamsin had a look under, but she couldn't see anything and pulled us on. Beanz lay on the floor and started wagging her tail and sniffing hard. Tamsin double checked, and there, right under all the bodywork, was our frightened little cat with her buster collar sprung open.
Tamsin phoned Lynn who came to help. Tamsin pulled Carls out from under the car and then wrestled her back to the house. Carlsberg did not want to be carried but she had to come home.
She is now sulking upstairs and has a bleeding foot on top of everything else. So she is off to the vet's in a minute for some pain relief and a check over. She was not supposed to jump over the fence 24 hours after surgery so she will probably get a talking to. Or Tamsin will.
8pm - the cuts on Carls's paws were from where she HAD BEEN ATTACKED while going outside. The wounds would have become abscesses but for the fact she is already on that many antibiotics. So she had a painkilling injection and came home and is already looking much more spritely. We are optimistic.
Beanz is the queen. She quite possibly saved Carlsberg's life. We are so happy.
Thank goodness.
Hooray.
Nicole, the vet said that she did not swear as per Tamsin's description of the consultation. Tamsin agrees that she was probably mistaken but they have agreed to leave it there for dramatic effect.
Angie brought Carlsberg some poorly cat milk. It is like lucozade but for cats. She managed a purr this evening. Carlsberg that is, not Angie.
Carls has had her stitches out, collar off and promplty went awol. Tamsin did not fork out over £300 for her to go missing. They will have words on her return. Meanwhile, a big happy birthday to Angie for Saturday.
This weekend was the 1Voice Role Model day, Teenage Project and Family Network Day. It was fabulous and Tamsin is exhausted but happy. Tamsin will put a link in when the webpage is done.
We hope you enjoyed your tree :)
Lots of exciting things have happened in the past couple of days. On Sunday we spent all day walking along the canal looking at boats and stopping off at the pub. Us dogs were very well behaved. Tamsin has been somewhat pre-occupied though, as Carlsberg hasn't come home since 16th July. Tamsin has delivered fliers to her neighbours and someone has phoned this evening to say they saw her last night, so at least she is still alive. We have also been told that she usually sunbathes on the farmer's trailer, but that a ginger cat has now taken her place. We keep our paws and fingers crossed.
Let us now draw a lign under this cat episode. Last evening, we went for a walk, calling along the vicarage wall. Then we came home. About 2 minutes later, we got a phone call from our friendly neighbour, Kathryn, saying, "We think your cat is here. We heard you calling and then she ran through the garden!" Leads on in 10 seconds flat, Angie made a dash for the treats, and we went up, called, and Carls popped up onto the vicarage wall. Another call and she came over meouwing. She was a bit jumpy but we picked her up and carried her home.
2 pouches and half a dish of dried food later, examination revealed her wounds to be healed and her to be in general good health. She was just a bit wide eyed, jumpy and very very very hungry.
We will never know whether she intended to come home or not, or whether she just got disorientated and decided to stay where she knew she was surviving. there are a million other possibilities
She has slept on the landing all night and is calmer this morning. She asked for food at 2am and again this morning (some things never change).
Nicole (our vet), your work wasn't in vain, and Kathryn and Ron our neighbours, thank you for your informative phone calls that lead to this recovery.
End of this installment (I hope).
In other news, Angie is having building work done on her house, and Hazel came round and we had a lovely afternoon.