Friday, February 6, 2015

Cat.

We got a cat, but she was broken.

We got her last summer, from a shelter.  She was a young, playful kitty who emerged from her cat carrier and immediately clawed the carpet.  She previously had been named "Puma," but we thought that was a dumb name and rechristened her "Kiki."  She was a feisty cat.  We called her "Fight Cat."

A person at the shelter said that someone had previously adopted her but then returned her because she was "acting weird."

She seemed fine to us, at least for a while.

Then she started mewing a lot.  She started rubbing a lot.  She demanded to be picked up and carried around a lot.  We called her "Love Cat."

She ran from window to window, howling at invisible beings outside, a lot.

She wasn't acting weird, she was in heat. 

This was odd, because she had been spayed.  The adoption fee included payment for the spaying, and the surgical scar on her belly was clear to see.  Uh oh, they missed something.

"That rarely ever happens," said the vet.

"Well it did. You might have missed a bit," I said.  They took a blood sample.  Yup, high estrogen.

"We can operate again."

We hesitated.  We did not want our cat sliced open again, and she had gone out of heat. She was back to "Fight Cat."

Over the next few months, she cycled between Fight Cat and Love Cat about every three weeks.

Then the days began lengthening, and it was more Love than Fight, which sounds okay except that the "lovin" started including all-night howling, which sounded terrifyingly like a woman screaming "Oh-noooooo!" twenty times in a row, and it also included spraying, peeing all over the place, mostly near windows and doorways.  She seemed desperately unhappy.

Enough.

We took her back to the vet and they did  "exploratory" surgery.  A small amount of ovarian tissue was found attached to the omentum.  Apparently it had been left behind in the abdominal cavity after the initial spaying, had found a new home and kept doing what it was programmed to do.

So Kiki the kitty now has a shaved belly and a fresh scar.

We have a cat, and now she's fixed.

We hope.

7 comments:

KaHolly said...

Have never heard of that happening before! Good thing you didn't give up on her, too!

Murr Brewster said...

"Pummel" would have been a good name, too.

Hugh said...

K: It took about 5 minutes for our youngest to fall in love with her, so there was no giving up.

Murr: It would have been a very good name. Darn.

Hilary said...

I hope things have settled down over there, Hugh.
Good to see you blogging again.
Hilary

Hugh said...

Hi Hilary, Cat seems to be fine now. NIce to hear from you.

From Bluebirds to Turtles said...

Hugh,
After 42 years in the Pap smear business, I found your post quite interesting. Amazing what a little tissue left behind can do in its spare time. So happy that your broken cat is fixed! I always enjoy your pictures, but most especially your writing.
With frigid weather here in Raleigh we have been inundated with Pine Siskins. I've worn out my wife's little Lumix DMC-F15 and am in need of new camera that has a bit of zoom to it. Hope to purchase one soon.
aubrey

Hugh said...

Hi Aubrey. It's good to hear from you. Regarding the tissue, let's hope it's gone, for Kiki's sake as much as ours. Being a cat in heat doesn't look, or sound, like a lot of fun. She seems okay now and her surgical scar has healed up nicely. Weird weather all around. The continent seems to have split E-W instead of N-S. We've been having temps in the 40s and 50s for a while, and it seems we're out of luck if snow is what you want. And no siskins. Very few winter finches, but without much of a winter, no wonder. I hope you get a new camera soon. The pictures on your blog are always very sharp, much better than what I manage with my DSLR. Thank you for your kind words, and hopefully warm spring weather will find you soon.