Here is a picture of Orinch from the spring, before our first failed trapping of the little guy. He is very cute, but far from human friendly.
The V-E-T and technicians said that he hissed and swatted at them until they sedated him. He was tested, neutered, shot, had flea treatment applied and was very upset when I brought him home. He stayed in a carrier overnight on top of the patio table and I kept him mostly covered with a sheet. It was in the 50s last night so he was quite cozy other than being confined.
I woke at 3:30 worried about the little guy. I wanted to feed him and release him. Trouble was, I needed to give him Drontals, and any of you who have ever given Drontal know that cats DO NOT LIKE THE TASTE OF THESE PILLS. The techs told me he had tapeworms, which I figured he would have. It's rare to have a stray without tapeworms in these parts. They suggested that I smash up the pills and put it in wet food. Well, I didn't figure that would work, but I gave it a shot and fed him at 6:30. He had urinated in his carrier, and those of you familiar with the strong smell of an unfixed male cat's urine know how much it stinks. Well, I put the food in the carrier and he ate a small bit of it before starting to thrash around the carrier to get out.
So, after giving him about 20 minutes to finish his food, which he didn't, I finally let him out. He ran over to the tree and immediately began grooming the urine off his coat and then he drank from the birdbath. I'm hoping he comes back to finish off the Drontal laced food.
Meanwhile, inside the casa de Forty Paws, I obviously tracked in some urine since about 28 of the Forty Paws are sniffing the floor and my shoes. So I sprayed everything with Nature's Miracle and will go out and bleach down the patio and carrier shortly.
As for Gatsbi, the biopsy results came in yesterday and it was a cyst with a name that was about 4 or 5 really long words and it was benign. The vet did excise the entire thing, so it shouldn't be coming back. Gatsbi is doing well, and has suddenly decided she wants to be a lap cat. Since she is 8 years old, this is quite a change for her. And, since she is very stiff with her neurological condition, she is not a "cuddly" lap cat.
Well, that's the wrapup here. Hope y'all have a great Toosday.