As you may remember, our family life changed dramatically when we decided to get a kitten. We actually got a pair of brothers who have now grown into huge monster cats. Then, because I have always had a thing about gingers, we adopted another wee boy a while later. It was this young man, Rupert who was off to the vets yesterday.
Rupert is just coming up to 6 months old. He is such a character. He is much more laid back than the other two, maybe because he came as an individual rather than as a pair, I’m not sure. He is full of energy, and climbs everywhere and anywhere he can – often screaming for help when he can’t work out how to get back down! He is though a very affectionate , loving nothing more than to cuddle up on me, and giving me an exfoliation! Its lovely the way he head butts for attention, that is other than in the middle of the night when he has a habit of crawling along my body and sitting on my neck and face! It took a while to get used to waking up with a tail tickling my nose!
Well, as I say, he will be six months old in a couple of weeks, so it was time for him to head to the vets to be castrated. Adopting cats from the Cats Protection, as we did, it is one of the things they insist is done. We have a lovely vets her in our little town, which is small and friendly, so I booked him in.
Now, Rupert, being a ginger, is very close to D, or should that be said the other way around? Anyway, D totally adores his little Ginger mate – he was named Rupert when he came to us, and the boys decided to keep the name, D, being a huge Harry Potter fan, believes he has been named after Rupert Grint who played Ron in the films. D in fact does treat Rupert as a friend and confident. He will talk to him as he would one of his human friends, and he talks for him to the rest of us! Once the appointment was booked, D started telling him what would happen. Now, D may live with his aspergers, but he is your typical 9 year old boy, obsessed with anything that he thinks is a little bit rude! He therefore seemed to enjoy talking to him about having his “balls chopped off”. It was obvious though that D was worried for his friend. After all despite his gabbiness, he is an extremely sensitive lad.
Rupert had to be checked in at the vets at 8.30am. It was perfect timing really, because it meant the boys could accompany him and still get to school on time. Hubby was working from home – me thinks someone else was concerned about his baby so arranged that one, so he said he would go up and then take the boys to school. Both boys asked, well no, demanded a home lunch, as there would probably be news by then as to how Rupert was.
Rupert was packed into his traveller – luckily he enjoys it, and D put in his favourite toy – a Simons Cat ball, just to keep him company.
When Hubby got home, he said the vet was pleased with his growth, and he seemed fit and well for his op. She suggested calling about 1pm to see what time he would be cleared to come home – perfect timing for the boys at lunchtime.
As soon as the boys came out of the playground they were asking if there was any news, which there wasn’t. About a quarter to one, I was telling the boys to get their shoes on – they have to be back at school for 1, and D handed me the phone, saying I had to ring about Rupert before they went. I of course obliged, and was told he was doing fine, and everything had gone well. A time was arranged to pick him up. D went berserk when I said he would be collected at half past two, as it would mean he couldn’t go. He sat down, refusing to return to school. I explained to him that by the time Rupert had been given his final checks, and we got him home, he would be home from school. He reluctantly returned to school, getting there just as the bell went!
Hubby and I both went up to the vets. The nurse who spoke to us, gushed about what a lovely boy he is, and how much he enjoyed chin tickles – in other words he had wrapped her around his little paw in no time at all! We were given his paperwork, explain what he had been given and what we should do for his care over the next few days. On top of this printout the vet had written that he was “a lovely, friendly wee man!” We then got him and he looked tired.
When we got out of the car at home, Spot came rushing over and started nuzzling his bro through the bars. Then Fluffy arrived and meowed very loudly at him – it was obvious they had missed their baby brother.
We were told just to give him something light to eat because of the drugs in his system – he was having none of it, and went straight to where his bowl is and meowed until some food was put out. He seemed ok, but sleepy – thinking as a human when you have an operation, it takes it out of you, and sleeping is the best thing, so we just left him.
When D got home, he was brilliant when he was told not to handle him too much and to let him lead as to what he wants to do. I then asked D if he remembers when he had an operation – he had his knees pinned a few years back, and how grotty he felt afterwards, He said he did, and so showed great empathy towards Rupert.
During the night, Rupert came to give me my usual face sit, but it was more of a pounding as he couldn’t get comfy.
This morning, he is running around as mad as ever. He is lively and well on the way to being back to his usual self. He does look funny though trying to sit down as it obviously feels odd to him. He’s eaten, drunk, pee’d and pooped, so his insides are all fine. He is still a bit sleepier than usual – he curled up on my lap for a snooze just after the boys went to school, but its bound to take a while to clear his system properly.
He goes back to the vets on Friday to check all is well. I am sure it will be a quick appointment as he is pretty much back to normal already – normality for anything in this household is of course a little different!
It will of course take a little longer for the fur to grow back where his leg was shaved for his drip. In fact this looks so much worse than the actual wound site!
D is more than happy to have his chum back. It will now be interesting to see how he gets on when he takes on the mean streets!