The last two little fluff balls I was fostering were Maleficent and Percy. Percy had a really bad eye. He was on an oral antibiotic and eye drops, but the eye was not improving. The vet had instructed Older Daughter to get Percy back in if the eye stayed the same or got worse. They needed to make a decision about whether or not the eye could be saved. So on Friday, Older Daughter picked up Percy on her way to work and he was seen for a re-check. The eye is definitely not improving, but it had gotten no worse. A decision was made (for now) to stay with the antibiotic and the drops and to add an ointment as well. Meanwhile, Maleficent (Mallie) was here all day in my bathroom – alone. It was the first time I’d heard her voice. She cried off and on all day. She missed her Percy.
In the late afternoon, Older Daughter called me. I asked about Percy and she gave me the report. I told her how Mallie had been crying for her best friend. Then Older Daughter told me about one of the other kittens at the vet that day. There is this tiny little kitten – probably four or five weeks old – that was initially diagnosed with a broken jaw. However, because the kitten was so tiny the vet wasn’t sure it would be safe to put him under general anesthesia to wire the jaw. After observation for a couple of days, the decision was made to do it. The kitten was not doing well and something had to be done. Older Daughter said the report was that it was extremely difficult to wire such a tiny jaw, but it was ultimately a success. And then came the question – Mom, would you be willing to foster this kitten instead of Percy? We can keep Percy here in quarantine and keep working on his eye problem.
I was willing, but there were a few questions. How does the kitten eat? What about Mallie – she misses Percy and she’s twice the size of the little “jaw kitten.” She would play way too roughly with the little guy. And what about Percy – he didn’t just have the problem of the eye; he also really needed special work in the area of socialization.
Older Daughter said the veterinary staff reported that the kitten WAS able to eat canned food. Mallie could go to the shelter and stay in quarantine with Percy. As far as Percy’s fear of people and need for socialization, that would just have to wait until a decision was made about what would be the next step concerning his eye. Younger Daughter dropped the tiny jaw kitten off to me on her way home from work. Then – she went back to town late that afternoon, so she came by and picked up Mallie to be re-united with Percy at the shelter. I’m worrying a lot about Percy, but I have to let that go for now. What would be fantastic is if someone would adopt Mallie and decide to take Percy as well. Mallie will be immediately happy in a new home, and Percy will be terrified. He will hide and hiss and I really don’t know if he will ever be the affectionate kitten that Mallie is. But he still deserves a forever home. I have to hope that he will not spend his whole life in the shelter. In the meantime, . . . I have a tiny tiny tiny kitten to look after. It's hard not to worry about a kitten this small. So many things can go wrong in literally a matter of hours. We will hope. Now here he is – so tiny, so cute! And I’m going to end with the name that the veterinary clinic gave him. Can you guess? Jaws.
See you tomorrow.