Poor baby (geezer) cat
Cleo is sleeping in a drugged out puddle on my lap right now, courtesy of some good drugs from the emergency vet clinic. The vet said she is okay/will be okay, but that she most likely has pins and needles from hell and some pulled muscles. He sent her home with buphrenorphine, AKA the good drugs, a morphine-like drug that wikipedia says is used for all sorts of things including moderate to severe pain in cats.
We were about to leave for church this morning when I realized that we hadn't seen Cleo yet this morning; she hadn't demanded her breakfast and in fact hadn't been seen since last night. We went looking for her and I headed out to our neighbor's shed, where Tess had gotten herself locked in a week or so ago. I heard a meow on the back porch, however, and Rita and I started triangulating and found Cleo behind the stove. She had gotten up on the stove and had either slipped or jumped off, getting her rear foot stuck in something on the back of it. She was hanging upside down from one rear leg! We have no idea how long she like that.
When we got her inside her leg was ice cold and she couldn't seem to move it, so church was canceled in favor of the emergency vet. During the half-hour ride to the vet she 1) became increasingly grouchy, and 2) regained movement of her leg. Hence diagnosis of pins and needles from hell as circulation returned. The vet couldn't feel any breaks and could feel a pulse all the way down to her toes, so she probably escaped without permanent injury. She's having trouble controlling that leg, but she has troubling controlling her back legs all the time due to a stroke five years ago. Kind of difficult to tell what's causing what right now.
She's had some water and used the litter box, but so far has shown no interest in food, probably because of the pain meds. I told her she has another five hours before the chicken baby food comes out. But right now she just wants to sleep.
We were about to leave for church this morning when I realized that we hadn't seen Cleo yet this morning; she hadn't demanded her breakfast and in fact hadn't been seen since last night. We went looking for her and I headed out to our neighbor's shed, where Tess had gotten herself locked in a week or so ago. I heard a meow on the back porch, however, and Rita and I started triangulating and found Cleo behind the stove. She had gotten up on the stove and had either slipped or jumped off, getting her rear foot stuck in something on the back of it. She was hanging upside down from one rear leg! We have no idea how long she like that.
When we got her inside her leg was ice cold and she couldn't seem to move it, so church was canceled in favor of the emergency vet. During the half-hour ride to the vet she 1) became increasingly grouchy, and 2) regained movement of her leg. Hence diagnosis of pins and needles from hell as circulation returned. The vet couldn't feel any breaks and could feel a pulse all the way down to her toes, so she probably escaped without permanent injury. She's having trouble controlling that leg, but she has troubling controlling her back legs all the time due to a stroke five years ago. Kind of difficult to tell what's causing what right now.
She's had some water and used the litter box, but so far has shown no interest in food, probably because of the pain meds. I told her she has another five hours before the chicken baby food comes out. But right now she just wants to sleep.