Poor little Rascal. Since April, he has been licking at a spot on his belly. It now has a diameter of four inches and is now raw and seeps. In April, May, and June, he had a visit to the vet, which is no easy task. Rascal is normally a sweet natured cuddly little gentleman. Until he needs to go to the vet. Then he turns into a monster. His eyes roll back, he wets on himself and poops on himself, bites people, and is generally horrible. Fearing he might have a heart attack, the vet gave us some “relax” pills. We give Rascal half a pill an hour before he goes in the carrier. And he really doesn’t care.
At the vet, he had his wound cleaned and was given a steroid shot, which works about three weeks. They also gave him a “cone of shame” to wear. That lasted about two hours of running into things, getting caught on things, and not being able to eat. He figured out how to get out of it. And then he’s back to licking himself raw. Realizing the worst part of this is just getting him to the vet; we asked if they could give me the shot to administer to him. No! It is a “controlled” substance so it must be administered at the office. Seriously friends, do I look like the type that would give myself an animal steroid?
In the midst of all this I managed to break my wrist, which has made giving the cat a half pill and getting him in the carrier much more interesting.
So now it is August and I am beside myself. The wound is not healed. He keeps worrying at it. And I have run out of ideas. The vets agree with me that too many steroids can not be a good thing. So what do I do to keep him away from the spot on his tummy?
When in doubt go to Wal-Mart. (My favorite store… tongue-in-cheek and rolling eyes.) In the baby section I picked up a set of three 16 to 20 pound baby onesies, in blue of course. Seriously what I had in mind was already going to bring enough shame to the animal. I would not put him in pink.
At home we did give him half a “relax” pill. Really, would you try to put a onesie on a cat that was fully awake? While Rascal began to relax, I cut out a tail/bodily function hole. We put some spray medicine on him (which he does not tolerate unless he is relaxed.) We pulled the onesie over his head, put his arms through the armholes, pulled his tail through its hole, and snapped him in. We then cuddled him for a while and told him what a good boy he is.
And we told the other kids not to tease him. Like they ever listen to anything I say anyway.
Amazingly enough he seemed okay with it. I may have just invented a new cottage industry. Or I need to write a picture book entitled “The Cat In The Blue Baby Onesie.”
Well this idea lasted three days. And I found the onesie on the kitchen floor this morning. I think what it needs is suspenders. Cats really don’t have shoulders. So we are going to try again. Because he went three days without worrying his tummy.