Henry had a dental appointment on Monday.
I'd coaxed Henry into the carrier with treats for days, rehearsing for this vet visit.
Of course, on the morning to the appointment, he wasn't having ANY OF IT.
There was swearing from both the humans and the cat.
There was blood, when Henry bit my left thumb HARD!
There was poop; you figure out who did that.
Finally, cornered under the writing desk, Henry was persuaded into the carrier...which is when he chomped on my gloved hand.
Am so very thankful that:
-He only lost two...count 'em!...two teeth.
-His bloodwork came back clean as a whistle, except for his positive FIV.
-Henry's age is 3-4 years.
-The vet tech petted Henry!
❤️ Henry ❤️
P.S. We all know that cat bites can be seriously dangerous.
As I was able to tend to the two holes in my thumb in a timely manner, I'm fine as of Wednesday evening, and will never hesitate to get medical care.
Some Halloween decorations in the 'hood are cute:
Let's Hop!
Sorry to hear about the drama (and that bite)! We are glad Henry did get seen by the vet, that his bloods checked out, and that he only lost two teeth. Sending healing purrs for you!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you already know all the FIV facts and stats. Henry has a fighting chance to live a good, normal long life now he's formerly feral, although I hope he freaks out less and less over time with the transport to the vet situation.
ReplyDeleteOnly losing two teeth by his age and with how he started is great.