Unable to get near Turner so far. I’ve tried all my tricks and none are working. She is eating a bit but I really need to figure out how to capture her and get her in and see what they advise. Not giving up, it will happen on her time, not mine. That’s the hardest thing when you work with these semi-feral kitties, they call the shots.
Since that “road trip” Hanna has come down ill. Rather than add to her stress and take her to the vet, I am treating her with antibiotics to stop her hacking cough and runny nose. I know it was stress-induced from the ride. She’s not coughing as much today but her nose is still running. Thankfully the discharge is changing color from green to yellow which means the doxy is working.
Took Mike to Portland yesterday for his wound care appointment. The doctor told us that because Mike’s disease is so severe and advanced- his leg will never heal. When they took off the dressing that I put on yesterday- they found a blood clot the size of a baseball on his leg! It wasn’t there yesterday He must have bumped it getting into the truck) The doctor said she believes this sudden onset of blood blisters is a direct result of him taking Warfarin for four days (which was almost four months ago!) BAD drug! We are being referred to Willamette McKenzie Wound Care Clinic which is only an hour away from the house! I looked them up and they are rated number 9 in the United States for extreme wound care. Yay! It’s going to drastically cut down our driving time to and from appointments.
I told Jet-Eye to hang in there. Two more days until he is in his forever home! I think Hanna is just going to end up staying here with us. Right now we have 14 indoor kitties and 10 enclosure cats. Kitten season is starting so I imagine the numbers will start changing soon.
8:19 p.m. By the grace of God, I just trapped Turner. I instantly transferred her into a large carrier and wept when I picked her up. She weighs nothing at all. After tomorrow her suffering will end. She is eating right now and she wrapped her paws around my neck. Although she was so hard to get close to, I have always been able to handle her despite her growls of warning. I think she was telling me thank you for not giving up (which I almost did).