Rorschach Inkblot and the Case of the Undescended Testicle!
Fetch your popcorn and soda now, folks. It's gonna be a bumpy ride. @__@;;
So I took Rorschach in for a neuter today. Turns out the Mill Dog Rescue kennels have an outbreak of kennel cough, so they couldn't do as many surgeries as usual for fear of contaminating the surgery room. Well, because of said bordatella, my mom said it was the perfect time to bring in Rori for his neuter. See, if I bring him in to the rescue, they'll neuter him from free! Then I don't have to pay the $50-something for getting his balls ripped out. 83~~~ Oh joy.
First of all, he hated the ride there. It's about thirty minutes out to the kennels from my mom's place, and the whoooole time he was silent as the grave. There was a time, about twenty-three minutes in, that I wondered if he maybe died from a car-induced kitty heart attack. But no. He was just wedged in one corner of the kennel with the biggest "WTF?" look I've ever seen on a cat. XD
Took him into the rescue, and waited about an hour, letting him sit in my lap while he stared at all the dogs waiting for surgery. After an hour, I asked my mom when it would be his turn.
Mom: Oh, we won't do him until last.
Sari: o__o .... D8< Then why the fuck did I come in at 10, if he won't be done until 2? He's gonna be so pissed sitting in the kennel, surrounded by dogs, in a new environment, and he's already starving!
Mom: ...he'll be fine. Go away.
So I did. I told her to call me when it was his turn. Three hours later, I go back. Of course, I had to wait another hour for an iggy to be neutered, and then it was time for Rori. He got his premeds, and I carried him around while he started to get sleepy. He literally hugged me, he was so freaked out. One arm under my arm, the other over my shoulder. I was surprised how he was able to contort himself that way. But all wondering went away, eliminated by the d'aww factor. So then the vet shaved his leg and put in the REAL meds, and he was out in a jiffy. And so the fun begins.
Mom shaved him (keep in mind, my mom's the assistant during this surgery; hence, why I was able to bring him out and get it done for free) while I vacuumed up all the hairs. Once that was ready (and I got to watch Rori's little barbed wire kitty penis come out to say hello), the vet came over and started feeling his balls.
And this is the part where I wish that I knew how to feel a cat's balls correctly.
Vet: ... D8< FUCK.
Sari: o__o ?
Vet: This cat only has one testicle.
Sari: ... ;__;
Yes. Rorschach had an undescended testicle. Which, apparently, is EXTREMELY rare in cats. Vet said something like 1 out of every 400. She had only seen three other cats like Rori in her 20+ years of experience in the vet field; another in the room had only seen one before Rori came along, another 20+ years for her, too.
Vet: We have to cut him open, then.
Sari: T__T
Mind you, it was difficult enough for me to muster up the courage to watch his balls be cut out. But a full-out exploratory surgery? Yeah...I was not prepared for that. This is the part where I started texting a few pals, in order to keep from freaking out.
Aaanyhoo, that's not even the beginning of it. When she cut him open, and started feeling around for his ball, she couldn't find it. Why?
Vet: *pops out his bladder* D8< What the hell...
Sari: o__o ...
Vet: ...this cat REALLY needs to pee.
Yeah...she couldn't get him to pee by putting pressure on the bladder, which literally looked like a small water balloon about to pop...so she had to get a big syringe and drain it that way. He filled about one and a half HUGE syringes. @__@;; I felt like a terrible pet owner.
Sari: D8< Rori, why couldn't you have peed on the towel, like all the other cats would have!?
Vet: They don't.
Mom+Sari: LOUIS WOULD.
So...that was quite the fiasco. Ohhh, but it gets better, folks. Even after the in-the-way bladder was drained, she STILL couldn't find the testicle. Why?
Vet: ...D8< Son of a bitch. Now I'm really pissed.
Sari: .__. ... ;__; *feels like ass*
His ball was...literally stuck between descended and undescended. So it wasn't in his abdomen where it should be, but not in his scrotum, either. It was...in between. Inside some sort of canal that, I guess, is impossible to cut into. So yeah...after a bit of tugging and pulling, with one vet having her hands inside my cat and the other vet having her hands on my cat's balls, cutter vet came to this conclusion:
Vet: I'm just gonna have to cut off the blood supply.
Mom: Have you done that before?
Vet: No. He gets to be my guinea pig.
Sari: o__o Um...*too upset to voice her opinion*
Mom: What will happen?
Vet: I don't know.
Sari: .__. Um... *still too upset*
Mom: Will it kill him?
Vet: I dunno.
Sari: ;__; Um...*can't speak now or she'll burst out crying*
Yes...needless to say, I am NOT happy right now with the idea that the deformed testicle still inside my cat's body may develop into cancer or something and kill him. But, I was meek and weak, so I just sat back, sucking down my tears. But I think the vet noticed, and said something along these lines:
Vet: Well, if it's undescended, it's most likely really small and shriveled, anyway, so I would think it would just liquify in his body and turn into an abcess, which will just need to be drained and all will be good.
Sari: ;__; *feels a little better*
Yes...so here's to hoping nothing serious happens. Then the vet cut out his other ball, which was...so fast, I don't think I even had time to think I was sick from it. XD~~~
So that's that. Instead of a few days to recover, Rori now has a few weeks. He'll be locked in my sister's room during that time, while I try to get him to eat and shove pills down his throat. And all the while wonder if he'll die from the ball hiding in his body. @__@;; Fun times ahead...
So I took Rorschach in for a neuter today. Turns out the Mill Dog Rescue kennels have an outbreak of kennel cough, so they couldn't do as many surgeries as usual for fear of contaminating the surgery room. Well, because of said bordatella, my mom said it was the perfect time to bring in Rori for his neuter. See, if I bring him in to the rescue, they'll neuter him from free! Then I don't have to pay the $50-something for getting his balls ripped out. 83~~~ Oh joy.
First of all, he hated the ride there. It's about thirty minutes out to the kennels from my mom's place, and the whoooole time he was silent as the grave. There was a time, about twenty-three minutes in, that I wondered if he maybe died from a car-induced kitty heart attack. But no. He was just wedged in one corner of the kennel with the biggest "WTF?" look I've ever seen on a cat. XD
Took him into the rescue, and waited about an hour, letting him sit in my lap while he stared at all the dogs waiting for surgery. After an hour, I asked my mom when it would be his turn.
Mom: Oh, we won't do him until last.
Sari: o__o .... D8< Then why the fuck did I come in at 10, if he won't be done until 2? He's gonna be so pissed sitting in the kennel, surrounded by dogs, in a new environment, and he's already starving!
Mom: ...he'll be fine. Go away.
So I did. I told her to call me when it was his turn. Three hours later, I go back. Of course, I had to wait another hour for an iggy to be neutered, and then it was time for Rori. He got his premeds, and I carried him around while he started to get sleepy. He literally hugged me, he was so freaked out. One arm under my arm, the other over my shoulder. I was surprised how he was able to contort himself that way. But all wondering went away, eliminated by the d'aww factor. So then the vet shaved his leg and put in the REAL meds, and he was out in a jiffy. And so the fun begins.
Mom shaved him (keep in mind, my mom's the assistant during this surgery; hence, why I was able to bring him out and get it done for free) while I vacuumed up all the hairs. Once that was ready (and I got to watch Rori's little barbed wire kitty penis come out to say hello), the vet came over and started feeling his balls.
And this is the part where I wish that I knew how to feel a cat's balls correctly.
Vet: ... D8< FUCK.
Sari: o__o ?
Vet: This cat only has one testicle.
Sari: ... ;__;
Yes. Rorschach had an undescended testicle. Which, apparently, is EXTREMELY rare in cats. Vet said something like 1 out of every 400. She had only seen three other cats like Rori in her 20+ years of experience in the vet field; another in the room had only seen one before Rori came along, another 20+ years for her, too.
Vet: We have to cut him open, then.
Sari: T__T
Mind you, it was difficult enough for me to muster up the courage to watch his balls be cut out. But a full-out exploratory surgery? Yeah...I was not prepared for that. This is the part where I started texting a few pals, in order to keep from freaking out.
Aaanyhoo, that's not even the beginning of it. When she cut him open, and started feeling around for his ball, she couldn't find it. Why?
Vet: *pops out his bladder* D8< What the hell...
Sari: o__o ...
Vet: ...this cat REALLY needs to pee.
Yeah...she couldn't get him to pee by putting pressure on the bladder, which literally looked like a small water balloon about to pop...so she had to get a big syringe and drain it that way. He filled about one and a half HUGE syringes. @__@;; I felt like a terrible pet owner.
Sari: D8< Rori, why couldn't you have peed on the towel, like all the other cats would have!?
Vet: They don't.
Mom+Sari: LOUIS WOULD.
So...that was quite the fiasco. Ohhh, but it gets better, folks. Even after the in-the-way bladder was drained, she STILL couldn't find the testicle. Why?
Vet: ...D8< Son of a bitch. Now I'm really pissed.
Sari: .__. ... ;__; *feels like ass*
His ball was...literally stuck between descended and undescended. So it wasn't in his abdomen where it should be, but not in his scrotum, either. It was...in between. Inside some sort of canal that, I guess, is impossible to cut into. So yeah...after a bit of tugging and pulling, with one vet having her hands inside my cat and the other vet having her hands on my cat's balls, cutter vet came to this conclusion:
Vet: I'm just gonna have to cut off the blood supply.
Mom: Have you done that before?
Vet: No. He gets to be my guinea pig.
Sari: o__o Um...*too upset to voice her opinion*
Mom: What will happen?
Vet: I don't know.
Sari: .__. Um... *still too upset*
Mom: Will it kill him?
Vet: I dunno.
Sari: ;__; Um...*can't speak now or she'll burst out crying*
Yes...needless to say, I am NOT happy right now with the idea that the deformed testicle still inside my cat's body may develop into cancer or something and kill him. But, I was meek and weak, so I just sat back, sucking down my tears. But I think the vet noticed, and said something along these lines:
Vet: Well, if it's undescended, it's most likely really small and shriveled, anyway, so I would think it would just liquify in his body and turn into an abcess, which will just need to be drained and all will be good.
Sari: ;__; *feels a little better*
Yes...so here's to hoping nothing serious happens. Then the vet cut out his other ball, which was...so fast, I don't think I even had time to think I was sick from it. XD~~~
So that's that. Instead of a few days to recover, Rori now has a few weeks. He'll be locked in my sister's room during that time, while I try to get him to eat and shove pills down his throat. And all the while wonder if he'll die from the ball hiding in his body. @__@;; Fun times ahead...