Didn't Get to Visit the Bunny Today.
Oh well. I'm really bummed about that. And obviously that means he didn't come home today, either. He spent most of yesterday and part of today in a special oxygen cage because he was having a little trouble breathing, on account of his belly being so full from tube-feeding. His gut still isn't moving things out the other end at the proper pace yet - anaesthesia tends to have a negative impact on bunny guts, and he's still feeling the effects of that. Three hours of anaesthesia is a long time for a bunny, so...well, he's out of the oxygen cage today, and on a lower dose of pain meds, so that's good.
Turns out our vet was fielding two other emergencies - a dog in dire straights who really needed to be euthanized and whose owners couldn't be reached, and a very old bird with an egg stuck inside that wouldn't come out. Sheesh! Turns out my bunny is currently her most stable patient.
I spent the day sterilizing his cage to the best of my abilities, and making a few modifications, so that it'll be all clean and ready for him when he *can* come home. It's so empty here without him. Catzilla is bouncing off the walls and into absolutely everything, causing all kinds of mayhem, because he doesn't have anyone to play with or chase around. It's clear that he really misses the bunny. He even staged a Great Escape. All that clattering I managed to sort-of sleep through this morning in the bedroom that I thought was the laundry basket being marauded? Nope. Catzilla not only attacked the window screen, he actually bent the aluminum frame and pushed it out, walked out onto the roof below the window, and from there somehow got off the roof and had himself a little illicit outdoor adventure. I didn't realize this until I heard him mewing innocently on the front porch, asking to be let in.
This would be a good time to mention that under no circumstances whatsoever is Catzilla allowed outside. He is an indoor cat.
I'm just counting my blessings that he politely showed up on the porch asking to be let in, instead of giving me yet another reason for animal angst, sending me racing all over the neighborhood looking for him. And also that he's microchipped.
Now, not only do we have to be extremely careful with open doors, we can't leave open-but-still-screened windows unattended in his prescence, unless they're open from the top down, which is much harder for him to get to - thus far he hasn't figured out that those windows actually *are* open. Oy. Yeah, we had to go and adopt a cat that's smarter than we are...*sigh*... So now I need to get some of that behind-the-head goop for fleas and ticks, to be sure he didn't pick anything up and bring it inside with him. Especially since passing along a tick to a recuperating rabbit would be a really bad thing...arrrghh. Does that stuff actually *kill* ticks, or just make them let go and look elsewhere? 'Cause the latter option wouldn't be so helpful...
Enough. Bedtime for me.
Turns out our vet was fielding two other emergencies - a dog in dire straights who really needed to be euthanized and whose owners couldn't be reached, and a very old bird with an egg stuck inside that wouldn't come out. Sheesh! Turns out my bunny is currently her most stable patient.
I spent the day sterilizing his cage to the best of my abilities, and making a few modifications, so that it'll be all clean and ready for him when he *can* come home. It's so empty here without him. Catzilla is bouncing off the walls and into absolutely everything, causing all kinds of mayhem, because he doesn't have anyone to play with or chase around. It's clear that he really misses the bunny. He even staged a Great Escape. All that clattering I managed to sort-of sleep through this morning in the bedroom that I thought was the laundry basket being marauded? Nope. Catzilla not only attacked the window screen, he actually bent the aluminum frame and pushed it out, walked out onto the roof below the window, and from there somehow got off the roof and had himself a little illicit outdoor adventure. I didn't realize this until I heard him mewing innocently on the front porch, asking to be let in.
This would be a good time to mention that under no circumstances whatsoever is Catzilla allowed outside. He is an indoor cat.
I'm just counting my blessings that he politely showed up on the porch asking to be let in, instead of giving me yet another reason for animal angst, sending me racing all over the neighborhood looking for him. And also that he's microchipped.
Now, not only do we have to be extremely careful with open doors, we can't leave open-but-still-screened windows unattended in his prescence, unless they're open from the top down, which is much harder for him to get to - thus far he hasn't figured out that those windows actually *are* open. Oy. Yeah, we had to go and adopt a cat that's smarter than we are...*sigh*... So now I need to get some of that behind-the-head goop for fleas and ticks, to be sure he didn't pick anything up and bring it inside with him. Especially since passing along a tick to a recuperating rabbit would be a really bad thing...arrrghh. Does that stuff actually *kill* ticks, or just make them let go and look elsewhere? 'Cause the latter option wouldn't be so helpful...
Enough. Bedtime for me.