Busy Night

Kutner and Wilson have had the runs since they came here. I wasn't overly worried, it was pastey and its common for former ferals to get a little stressed when put into a home with other animals, and people which results in runny stool. We went out to dinner tonight got home and I smelt feces. I had left the kittens in the living/dining area with the stairs blocked off, I'd had them downstairs with me all day to watch them and let them get used to everyday life in a home, plus it was bath time again. So I searched around found a watery pile of stool behind a side table. Kutner and Wilson had it smeared on them so obviously they had both been back there and sat/rolled in it which meant there was poopy prints left on the floor from their frolicking poopcapade. Cleaned up the floor, gave them their second bath for the day and left them alone. Chase was perfectly clean and has had solid poop, my little angel. Can you tell I adore him?

Well after that within two hours Wilson went in the box three more times, with runny, watery stool. He'd quiver, tense up, and give a long drawn out cry as he did so. Kutner does the same thing. I felt horrible for them and decided I'd take both him and Kutner into the vet tomorrow morning when they opened as Blake had gone to bed for the night and blocked my car in. Well I get to thinking, that this could be a major problem, kittens can go downhill fast and without much warning so I contact a women who lives near me who fosters kittens for MHS and has for a long time. She knows allot about kittens so I emailed her to see what she thought about it. She was worried that they wouldn't be OK by morning and to get them to the vet tonight the clinic was open until 11pm it was 9pm at that time. I emailed back and forth with her discussing their stool, activity levels and eating/drinking habits. I went upstairs to wake Blake up and ask him to move his car (I can't drive standard otherwise I would have moved it myself) I had to get the kittens to the vet. He replied with "I'm sleeping, I'm not hearing this" rolled over and went back to sleep. Fine, maybe they'll be OK in the morning and then I can get them in when he leaves for work. Blake's mom then phones, kitten lady (also known as Lisa) had emailed her, heavy with concern over Wilson and Kutner's health. Asked how serious I thought this was and then after I told her I was pretty concerned said she'd phone back as soon as she contacted the clinic that I was coming. It was now 10:20pm. I waited for her to phone back as I did Wilson and Kutner both had a bowel movement, Kutner on a blanket and Wilson in the box and then both started to vomit large amounts of brown liquid. His mom phones back says get your butts to the vet now. I go and proceed to get Blake up again. Tell him they need to get to the vet NOW, and he really needs to move his car for me. He grumbles and finally gets up asked if I know how to drive his car, which he knows I don't. Tell him no, and he grumbles down the stairs. "Why can't they get sick on my time instead of their time, I should be sleeping right now" to which I reply with "well I'll make sure to tell the kittens that they can't get sick anymore unless its between the hours of 3pm and 9pm (the times he's home and awake)" He grunts and goes to move his car while I get my shoes on.

So off we go, of course I had to stop and get gas as I had put that off hoping for gas to go a little cheaper. Stop at one they want me to pay ahead of time or with a card at the pump. I'm in no mood for this shit, I don't know how much I'm going to put in, and I may as well fill the damn thing up while I'm here so I leave without gas and get the next one on the way, fill her half way up as I look at my watch and it's now 10:40pm. I run in and pay and speed off to the vets. I get there at 10:53pm. Just in time, as they were already shutting things down. Vet looks at both. Gives them an exam. Kutner screams like he's being skinned alive while Wilson is falling asleep in the carrier. He asks if I'd be OK with taking them home for the night, as no one would be there overnight to watch them. Said I'd be fine with that. He takes them one by one into the treatment area and gives them Sub Q fluids just in case, some Neosol and some cream for Kutner's eyes. I've never heard a kitten scream so loud as Kutner did when he was getting the fluids. You'd think they were killing him in some slow manner. Wilson was completely uncaring of his brother's desperate cries. He went and pooped in the carrier, then sat in it (never said he was smart) and then came out to cuddle up against me as I stood beside the table and suck on my finger until it was his turn. Wilson gave a few cries at first but then fell silent, Kutner continued to scream until I took him in my arms and up to my neck so he could snuggle into me and finally shush. I asked for something to clean the carrier out with and vet assistant did it for me, how nice as I would have done it myself. But hey, a hot guy cleaning for me? I ain't going to refuse. He brings Wilson back out and hands me over the Neosol and eye cream, gives me the directions for it and says to keep a good eye on them for the next few days as it would take a couple days for the Neosol to start working.

So they are home now, Chase came and greeted them happily and then all three went and curled up in their basket. Wilson and Kutner are on the Neosol for the next 10 days and Kutner gets eye cream for the next 7 days. All are happily snoring and sleeping away now. Blake is snoring up a storm taking up the whole bed, which means I'll wake him yet again while trying to push him over onto his side so I can get in and get some blankets to which he'll probably grumble some more.

All of this after I tore part of my toenail off this morning and not being able to walk on my foot properly because it hurts like hell and starts to bleed if I put any pressure on the toe. Yet I didn't complain once about it when I had to put socks and shoes on as well as drive with an extremely painful toe that was now once again spilling blood all over the place, causing the sock to stick to it so that when I tried to removed my sock at home I had to rip off as it had stuck to my toe and caused more pain as well as more blood to pour out. Rawr, I am women hear me roar.

So that was the adventures of today with the little boogers. Hopefully tomorrow will be nice and calm.