Well as my friends here on BTS know... it is really hard for me to ever get pics to the comp. BUT, Without further a due, my little girl Egypt:
It has been a long and arduous road to recovery for her. This is actually her 2nd splint, the first was neon green, both cute and helped get her the
much needed lovin's she deserves.
This is a picture of her on my bedroom floor where she can still look into the living room and feel part of things.
I am not even sure anyone would be interested in the first part of this journey but in short the night she came home she was what we called in the
early 70's having "a bad trip". The nurse at the vet told me she would sleep it all off but little Gypsie never shut a cats eye and kept me and
the family up until about 4 am.
We think she had WAY too much pain killer at the vet. She was hallucinating so bad and no amount of love could help her. I cried and was just so sorry
for her. Even removed an antique quilt from the wall behind my bed to help her but then the walls themselves jumped to life in her twisted mind.
So finally the meds wore off and the only pain med I gave her was love and attention, a clean little environment in my bathroom, antibiotics, and
lifted her to help her to the bathroom.
The next day she rested.
Once she was testing her ability to get around, she began going up on her two front feet with her rear legs up in the air, twirling her broken leg in
circles and slamming it down in the direction(hopefully) that she tried to go... Ohhh...
Then as she got a bit better, and I tried to teach her to pull herself on her two front legs, no way, she did that old style rock and roll thing
where they hold the guitar and slam one leg down as they walk backwards across the stage. The leg she slammed down was the broken one...
Anyway it has been a real job keeping her on the mend to say the least, she is one of a kind. The one time I left her alone for a couple hours just a
couple days ago, it was storming and rainy and while we were gone she made her way from my bedroom, through the hardwood floors in the living room,
through the kitchen and into the laundry room and finally through the doggie door and onto the back patio... where we found her at the bottom of the
steps just happy that we found her and brought her in to eat and drink.
(We had placed a big water bottle in front of the doggie door but our dogs worked their way out by pushing it and so, the doggie door was an exit for
clipsie, yes another aka for kittenkidday.)
I will always remember one positive memory of this when my youngest son took her riding around the house on a blanket where she grabbed at other pets
and things on the floor.
I would love to try and get you some video of her getting around, but I make no promises. Even the vet was surprised that she refused to walk on the
other 3 legs and instead the ways I describe above...
She is a cutie which is yet another of her alias's "quodie" Cutie with the best we can muster of a Canadian accent... I know, but we love that
friendly accent and she really is a qwuooodie...