|Tuxie watches as I set up the traps.|
|Nine traps, not yet set.|
The Volunteer picked up the cats at around midnight so that he could take them to the clinic first thing this morning. Then he called around 1 and delivered that cats to me.
|The cats on the balcony to recover.|
Things haven't been as smooth as they could have been, alas, but everything is stable at the moment.
Miss Barnaby, aka Miley, is the one I'm worried about. Now that we've caught her we can see that she's really really skinny, like scary skinny, even though we know she's been eating (since she's been eating dry food at my house and canned at Neighbor E.'s.) She had a really hard time waking up. She looked sick, I guess, so she was also given a shot of penicillin. When she came to me, she was groggy, couldn't stand up and seemed miserable. A few hours later she was trying to stand up but kept flopping over, breaking my heart every time.
The Volunteer has contacted the clinic and I think we'll try to get a bloodtest next weekend (if we can catch Miley again) to see if she has something we can do something about (which... I dunno. If it's teeth? Yeah, we can fix that. If it's something that requires long term medicine? Well, she doesn't come to humans... so... eek.)
But, lest you think all is lost, she is up and about now. AND she ate three helpings of food, which is a great sign. I think I'll offer her more before letting her go, too.
|Paint disdains your offering.|
|If Tuxie ignores you, will you go away?|
Tomorrow morning, if they seem alert and well, I'll release them. Alas, I won't write about it 'til much later because I'll have to dash off to get ready for work/class/rehearsal/etc.
Keep your fingers crossed that they continue to do do well. :)
Oh, and no sign of Pigpen today-- she seems to be keeping a low profile for now.