My kitten (OK, OK, she's 4 years old, but all cats are kittens to me!) had an accident this week. Valla, my kitten, who is an outdoor stray (she won't stay inside, believe me we've tried...more on this phenomenon later) that we've adopted since we moved in, jumped up on the table where I feed her this week and had a huge (5" x 5", at least) clump of hair hanging off of her. Her skin was showing underneath of it. Of course, being the greatest
person in a crisis, I immediately start sobbing uncontrollably and scoop her into my arms while calling the vet. The vet tells me that they are closing in 5 minutes, and to call the emergency clinic. So, I hang up and call them. They understand me, miraculously since I'm still blubbering like an idiot, and tell me to bring her in right away. I shove her in a carrier and drive off, the whole while muttering soothing things that are supposed to help her, but really they are for my benefit. The doctor takes her in right away and tells us to wait outside. EEEK!! They made me wait outside while my baby was in an emergency clinic?!?! I could barely keep my hands from wringing themselves to bits. After a while they call me back in to say she's fine. He told us it looks like one of the mats in her fur (she'd had a bunch and my regular vet was shaving her in the summer) got caught on something and she pulled away really quickly, essentially waxing the fur off of herself. OUCH! Poor baby. So, the doctor took it upon himself to shave the some of her to get rid of the mats and prevent other mats. He warned us that she might look funny.
She's shaved like that all the way around; Under her tummy and on the other side. She looks like she has a mohawk. I hope the other kitties aren't making too much fun of her. Otherwise the doctor said she's healthy AND the sweetest kitty he's ever dealt with! Awww! My pussycat! He let us go, after the $115 bill, with a warning to keep her inside for a few days so her new skin doesn't sunburn. So, on the way home we stop and get a disposable litter box and put it in our empty back bedroom. We stick her in there once bedtime rolls around and she seems pretty content. I opened the window for her so she could get some fresh air. Well. Around 4 AM Glen and I hear some rattling, but don't really think much of it. CoCo, the best watchdog, hadn't stirred so we went back to sleep. When morning finally came, Glen took CoCo outside and yelled to me, "Your cat is outside!" I flew into her room and sure enough she was gone. She had shoved the window open more (With her tiny 7 pound body!) and scratched open an escape hole. I had to put sunscreen on her for the rest of the week so she didn't get sunburned. She truly hates being inside, but darnit, she's cute!