Don’t you love when you finally have the whole story to something before you get a chance to blog? Here it goes.
To make it as short as possible, all of this cat situation started because the cat was sick. Very sick. We knew he was dying and even when he had his teeth in my hand, my priority was still getting the cat into the crate.
My mom’s boyfriend took it to a vet who refused to listen to anything other than it bit some0ne. Since, the person (me) had to go to the ER, the vet’s office immediately assumed rabies. From that point, either the cat could be quarantined or euthanized and sent to the the department of health, TO HAVE IT’S HEAD CUT OFF 1 and tested for rabies. Since he had another cat at home, they weren’t giving him the option easily to take the cat home and trust that he would successfully quarantine him. My mother called the woman who owns the shelter and whom they got the cat from and she demanded the cat back. She said she would quarantine the cat and report back. Once, they returned the cat, the woman saw how sick he was and called screaming at my mother, asking a bunch of questions, but all the while blaming both of them for starving and dehydrating the cat. My mother explained over and over how the cat was fine, for the most part, and as far as they could tell had a massively rapid decline in health over only a little less than a week. The woman refused to hear her out. She took him to the vet that she works with who explained that she didn’t feel the cat was rabid but she can’t say with certainty. For the record, we had the cat’s shot records at every clinic and ER visit. We were almost 100% positive that he didn’t have rabies.
As of today, the cat was euthanized because he was so sick. His kidneys were failing, he had fluid in his abdomen, and he was unbelievably lethargic. The woman called my mother today to apologize for acting the way she did. Her vet thinks that the cat has FIP. She apologized profusely for how she reacted to and handled the situation and for giving them a sick cat. She’s worried since she has the sister and my mom’s boyfriend has the brother. There is a possibility that they got it from the mother. She also owns a “shelter” that houses about 50 cats that could now be infected. She said she’d keep them posted on anything new. I guess part of the cat is being sent to the department of health to rule out rabies, for my benefit of course 2, and the other part is being sent for an autopsy to either confirm the FIP or determine the actual cause.
I feel so bad, yet I am not surprised. When I had gotten to the house, I saw what poor condition he was in. I was the one who told my mom and her boyfriend how skinny he was. I was the only one who had touched him since he was brought to the house. He’s such a feral cat that he hated people. He was pure skin and bones with so much saggy skin. That’s why when the woman tried to say they neglected him, I was making a loud point that such saggy skin is from a rapid weight loss. That is more than neglect. They made sure he ate and when he started hiding more they lured him out with food. He wasn’t neglected.
I’m sad for the kitty but glad he is finally out of pain. I never once blamed the cat for biting me. I attacked HIM. He tried to run from me and I stopped him. He was scared, sick, and I was a stranger. I didn’t expect any less from him.
My hands, however, are healing. They are still a bit infected but it is subsiding. I’ve been taking my antibiotic as directed and have cut the ibuprofen off entirely. No more pain. The day before, I dropped the dose in half to get used to the pain that was left. 3 I had never been bitten by a cat before and I started to get worried by the location and the quick setting infection that followed the next morning. I’m just really glad that’s that over with.