Today’s been a tough day – especially for Oscar. He ate yarn. Mike found the evidence strewn across the floor of the living room yesterday. he was fine last night, but this morning, not so much. Poor little guy threw up this morning and by this afternoon we called the emergency clinic in Coquitlam. Today’s a holiday and Oscar’s regular vet was not working today (it’s a statutory holiday in British Columbia). After an x-ray and a consultation by a radiologist, Oscar was in surgery at 7:00 tonight. Surgery was over around 9:20 and we can pick him up tomorrow at 7:00 am. I’m guessing he’ll come with a cone on his neck, too. The yarn was stretched between his stomach and into his intestines = three incisions to get it all out. Ouch. You can see his x-ray here.
What I learned from this incident? Cats are not dogs. I can’t even begin to tell you how much weird stuff Moosh ate with absolutely no consequences. She even ate a Hershey’s Kiss the size of a baseball once and nothing happened. (*Please note: I did take her to the vet and he said because it was Hershey’s chocolate, it should be okay, but to observer her for 24 hours.) Moosh ate an assortment of raw meats…garbage, tinfoil…all kinds of weird crap and she was always fine. This is not the case for kitties, apparently. Mike and his dad told me that string and yarn shouldn’t be around the cat, and I understood that. What I didn’t understand was the seriousness of that warning. It’s serious…no yarn, no string, no dental floss. No kidding. It gets all tangled around the intestines…and that’s what was on the verge of happening to Oscar. I’ll do a big sweep for all string and yarn around the house and make sure it’s tucked way away. We put 2 boxes of yarn in the garage tonight when we got home, just to be sure.
My sister had a good suggestion – put everything in Tupperware. I thought this was an excellent suggestion – we’ll Tupperware and Rubbermaid the entire house. We can even make all our furniture this way. I’m looking forward to the Rubbermaid couch.
You can rest assured that there will be many Oscar-wearing-his-cone shots over the next few days. I took the rest of this week off in an attempt to get ready for Christmas, but it looks like I’ll be Oscar’s nurse instead. That’s okay with me. I’m glad to be home to help him.