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An Update…

Thank you all so much for your supportive and helpful comments on the recent mauling incident here. I wanted to give you a quick update on the boys:

So far, everyone is healing slowly but continually. There are a few puncture wounds I am keeping a very close eye on. Most wounds are healing…or at least the physical wounds are healing. I’m not sure if the boys minds will ever heal mentally from this attack.

Sven’s eye is making good progress. I thought at first he had lost the whole eye, but upon closer inspection by the vet, it was the upper lid itself that was damaged. I have ointment to place in the eye a few times a day. At first Sven, well…all the boys really, did not fight my fussing over them. They stood patiently while I bathed wounds and dressed them, or wrapped hot, moist towels around sore legs with puncture wounds. Now, they try to run or refuse to stand for my efforts. This is a good sign. They are healing and feeling better.

It’s as if they are saying, “It’s OK , Mom. We’re feeling much better. You can go now.” I’ve been dismissed. 🙂

Oh, I will still watch them very closely. And next week they are due for a second Draxxin injection to be on the safe side. But I can tell it’s time for me to let them be and heal on their own for the most part.

…and I am so very grateful this did not happen during fly season.

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A V-E-T Visit for a Buddy


I thought I would get a quick post in while waiting for Dr. Bill to come to check out Shadow. Yesterday, Shadow spent a good deal of the day either sleeping or sneezing. A bit listless and “gurgle-y”, I decided that having a good once-over by a v-e-t would be a good thing. I just don’t need a respiratory infection spreading through our 7 cat household. Having two sniffling people here is bad enough.
Shadow is indeed just that, my shadow. As a kitten 14 or so years ago, he was delivered to the house next door, only to be abandoned when the renters moved out. No one wanted him, but he and I became great pals – and have remained so since he first came into the house. He didn’t even hold my making him get a “Hoo-Ha-ectomy” against me. A true friend – to give up one’s HooHas so you can be near someone. He’s been glued to my hip ever since.
Shad is our official “Greeter”. Liking most everyone, he loves meeting everyone who comes over, always showing a cheerful nature.
And even not feeling up to snuff today, he’s sitting near me, purring. Little does he know that the Prisoner Transport Unit is about to come out of the basement so I can get him to Bill’s van when he arrives. It’s so windy and cold out today, I don’t dare carry him up to the car area.

…It’s OK, Bud. You’re just going to have to trust me that this will be for your own good. Let’s hope you’ll be on the mend soon.

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Colin’s Boo-Boo

This past weekend, the Hired-Hand-With-Benefits was outside doing “manly” things about the place. I had put the wethers in a pen and let the ewes out to graze in the pasture. Since everything and everyone was “doing their own thing”, I thought I would take the opportunity to slip into town for some groceries. After getting back, I was putting the groceries away when the phone rang.
It was the DH calling me from his cell. He was down in the pen with the wethers and said I should come down to look at one of the boys. “Something isn’t right with him.”
Well, when I got down to the barn, the “something not right” was a torn shoulder! It seems that the DH, after handing out treats, thought the wethers would accept him working in their pen on a very windy day even though they had not really seen this guy since before his (the DH’s) surgery. That was months ago. Add in that very windy day and it was enough to spark freaked sheep running into the edges of fence panels. Our oldest wether, Colin, did just that.

As I took a good look at the shoulder, I could see that the skin was torn down to the muscle, but did not actually tear into any of the muscle. It’s flapping about was a signal that sutures were called for. Poor Colin was so upset I knew we’d never be able to hold him still enough for me to do the “evil deed”. After cleansing the wound and getting some sterile dressings on it to keep dirt out, I went in the house to call the vet’s service. Naturally, these things happen on a Sunday.

When the vet’s answering service picked up, I was told that they were instructed not to call him. OK, well, I’ll give you that the operator was young and sounded very inexperienced, but they could have at least told me why the vet was unreachable. Something didn’t sound quite right and very unlike Dr. Rob. Luckily, Rob’s office manager and assistant par excellence lives down the road from us. If Rob was out of town, Kim would know whom I could get to help with the shoulder issue. And…better yet…I know her cell phone number. 😉
As soon as I related what had happened here and before I could even begin to ask her if she knew of any other vet available to work on sheep, Kim offered to call Rob on his cell phone. Within minutes Rob called me telling me to bring Colin into the clinic for mending. Bless his heart! He had just come off the ski slopes on the last day our local ski resort was open.
So, my poor Colin was drugged into a stupor, hoisted onto the surgery table, draped and both sutured and stapled back together again. All the while Rob and I were chatting away about sheep-this and ski-that. Afterward, Rob gave Colin a tetanus booster and a dose of antibiotics. I was about to put Colin back down on the floor when Rob pointed out that one horn was a “bit too close for my liking. How about we trim him a bit while he’s sedated?” Go for it. Great idea. Rob looked him over and did everything but change the oil and filter. 🙂
Driving back home I thought about how important it is to have a good vet on our “Sheep Thrills Team”. I so appreciate all he does. Granted, this is how he makes a living and we did have a bill for the emergency services, but because we consider Rob and Kim as important members of our operation, they both give us respect as well as much needed help. Somehow, some way, I plan on thanking both of them for “being there”. It’s comforting to know they are there when I need the help – day or night…Sunday or weekday.

…just don’t do it again, Colin. …and why is it you always pick a Sunday to get yourself into these predicaments? It’s cats that have nine lives, Colin…not sheep. You and Ole are working on around your sixth lives about now, so just cut it out, will you? I’ve had way too much excitement lately. 😉

And for those of you who have wondered…yes, here’s the latest photo of my friend, Bran. (pronounced “brawn”) He is indeed here both morning and evenings when I feed, looking for some small treat or just to chat with me. I just wish my “Raven” was as good as his “People”. He is definitely trying to teach me phrases and I try, but I can tell I just don’t have the correct accent yet.


Thanks for being around and watching over me, Bran. It’s always comforting to know you’re here. But, no…I’m sorry…no mice right now. Would a hotdog be OK for now?
…Thanks, buddy!

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Poor L’il Rascal!

I haven’t been feeling too well lately. Mom took Mooch (who used to be called Groucho, but he told Mom he didn’t like that name so picked Mooch out instead…)and me to the v-e-t two days ago. She said they were going to “fix” us, but I didn’t think we were broken. Mom pushed us into a thing called a PTU which I think stands for: Prisoner Transport Unit, then we went to see Dr. Rob. We’ve seen him before and all he’s ever done was check us over and give us a sharp thing called a “shot” then we came home.

But this time Mom left us there! Aunt Kim, Dr. Rbo’s helper, gave us a shot then we both started to get very sleepy! I couldn’t keep my eyes open. All I could think about was why wasn’t Mom here taking us back home to Mama? And I was so very hungry and thirsty ’cause there was no food or water out for us last night.

The next thing I knew I woke up with my tummy hurting so much. Mooch’s tummy wasn’t naked at all, only mine. It hurt to move. It hurt so much I didn’t even want to think about food or water or even playing. Mom made us stay in our room. She kept the room dark and quiet and checked on me all night long.

I am doing better today. Mom fed us warmed canned food last night and I was so hungry I ate ’til my tummy stopped talking to me. I’m still not wanting to play with Mama, Uncle Shadow, or even Mom and Dad, but I feel better after each nap I take.
I’m going to take another nap now, so Mom said she wanted to talk to you all and tell you what happened while I was asleep at Dr. Rob’s…

(I had taken both Rascal and Mooch in for neutering on Tuesday morning. Mooch’s surgery went just fine, but when Rob started in on Rascal, he found that Rascal had only one descended testicle. That being the case, Rascal was then immediately prepped for abdominal surgery for removal of the remaining testicle. Much to Rob’s surprise, he could find no other testicle in Rascal – he said he looked and looked but there was absolutely nothing…not even a hint of a second testicle. We will watch Rascal closely as he grows for any signs of typical tomcat behavior. If he does exhibit the signs of an intact male cat, he’ll go back in for surgery. If not, it will become apparent that he only had one to begin with.)

…so don’t you worry…you go ahead and sleep all you want. We’ve all got your “6” Little Buddy…sweet dreams. 🙂

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