**This is a graphic story - don’t read if you’re squeamish.**
This past Sunday we headed down to Mike’s parents for his niece’s birthday party. Right as we arrived at his parents’ house, Mike’s dad, Harry, told me that they needed my help with a kitty. It seemed as though the “mama cat” that had been hanging around their back porch was back. Skinny as a rail and had had kittens again. Only this time, she had a kitten stuck in her who-ha. Her…you-know…
and they wanted me to remove it.
I’m not squeamish. I’ll do anything to help an animal out. I once helped one of my cats with her first litter of kittens. I don’t know how to do these things – from reading lots and lots of cat care books, I guess.
So, I am a little nervous to go out and pull a kitten from a cat’s who-ha because I’m thinking: “This cat is going to require more medical attention than I can give.” I mean, that’s for sure. REAL medical attention.
I head outside. Mike’s dad had handed me some plastic gloves. Don’t ask me why he has gloves lying around his house…in fact, I guess I can’t really answer that question…
The kitty comes to the back porch after Mike’s mom calls them to come get food. I pick the cat up, flip it over and discover that…
It’s a male cat. The protruding kitten is really it’s “sack”. It’s extremely swollen and protruding sack. It’s IS a very sick cat – but it definitely doesn’t have a kitten coming out of it.
Mike’s dad spends the rest of the afternoon telling everyone: “Donna tried to pull that cat’s balls off! She kept saying: ‘Man, this is really tight!’”
A funny story in parts, I guess. I have, actually, been seriously worrying about this kitty all the while. Hopefully, we can get this kitty some help. I’ll update you when I hear how the kitty’s doing.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
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9 comments:
Please keep me posted...I hate it when animals are in pain...especially cats...
Psss..::crouching over to whisper:: don't tell anybody, but I'm a Catpeople-person too!
Well...poor kitty...but it IS the funniest in-law story I've ever heard.
Mike's Dad is making fun of you? You've got the upper hand over him pretty much the rest of his life. He doesn't know balls from who-ha!!
I've never been involved with the birthing process.
I like the pics of yours cats though.
Peace and Love.
Poor cat! But that is very funny. Very. I do hope HE'S okay.
MP: I will keep you posted. We're heading down there tonight to take this cat to the vet. No "ifs, ands or buts"!
GNG: I'm glad I could make you laugh - it's always fun to make you laugh.
Amishlaw: You'll find out soon that daughters-in-law are quite special and usually do have the upper hand! ;0)
nosthegametoo: Maybe someday you'll witness a birth - it's pretty special. Peace and Love to you as well. We need a lot of that in the world.
Dicktheboomer: I can't be sure of the spelling of who-ha, diddly-wooo, wingy, thangy or any of those "technical" terms...maybe I should start my own dictionary...
Wendy: We won't rest until HE's safe and sound.
So he doesn't know who the owner is? Or is the cat a stray?
oh dear, oh dear...nothing worse than a kick in the 'ol "kittens", they say.
I hope the cat feels better. You were brave to try and help. :)
That is a funny story, even though it's sad that the cat was in pain. Good thing you didn't really try to pull the 'kitten' or anything!
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