Extra Time

 

Ever since Pippin's disastrous accident on the 18th of October, and her surgery on the 20th she has been under the vet's order to stay in a cage. Strict cage rest they call it.

It was a tricky operation as her pelvis was broken in two places and the top of her femur was so damaged that it had to be removed. Then the plates holding her broken bones were so small and the screws so tiny that there was a real danger they could become undone if she was too active.

Four weeks from the 21st of October was the vet's initial advice. So we were all looking forward to the 18th of November. Freedom Day for Pippin. We have been taking her to Cookstown for weekly post-operative check-ups since her discharge. Today was her third visit. And today we were told at least another two weeks in the cage. Then they'll see.

Part of me sees the point of it. The vet who carried out the surgery is entirely invested in its success. She was (so far) the smallest cat he'd ever operated on and from our point of view, it was an expensive operation, easily worth 10 times the price of the average kitten. Not that that matters for Pippin is a very special cat. And another thing too - she's resting, she's eating chopped lamb's liver for breakfast every morning and she is growing - she's a much bigger cat now than the one Bogdan operated on. 

In Which Bert Despairs Of His Hair

Just a quick update Chez Nellybert. 

Pippin had a check-up on Tuesday and Bogdan (the veterinary surgeon) is delighted with her. She is a week in the crate now and gets fed up with it sometimes although she is mostly accepting of it. She has been introduced to Cat YouTube channels and every day she spends ten minutes or so watching the birdies. We'll probably regret this when she recovers and starts killing our goldfinches.

She goes to see Bogdan on Tuesday and will hopefully be getting her stitches removed.

There was something about another Prime Minister.  During the deliberations, Bert became aware of the phenomenon that is Michael Fabricant. He could not believe such a creature existed, and one that expected to be taken seriously. Later in the week, as Bert was despairing of his hair he was heard saying that he hated his locks. I consoled him with the thought that he too could invest in a Dougal wig.

Yesterday I took the latest Covid 19 booster and the flu shot. Later that day I became very fatigued and foggy-brained. I still feel like that. Early night tonight and hopefully will be feeling more myself tomorrow. It's lucky that I have four more episodes of Bad Sisters to keep me occupied.