*Phew*

[mad_andy]

I survived. I am knackered.

However, here's an anecdote that sums up tonight and, indeed, night shifts here in general:

It's 0615. I am gore and saliva to my eyebrows, because the cat whos tried to stop a car with his face has decided he's going to finish the job by braining himself on the walls of the incubator. Morphine has stopped working. The only thing that is working is me putting the beast in a (gentle) headlock.

So.

Cat. Blood. Saliva. Headlock.

...phone.

"My cat's bandage has fallen off."

There is a moment of silence while I try to come up with a response that does not begin with "WHAT?!!!!!WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

They sound nervous. So they bloody should.

So I make them an appointment to come in and see the vet, and hang up very gently.

...

People. Gotta love 'em, right?

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[madandy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there was a degree of brain injury - and possibly a brain tumour, too. Nasty business all round. He was, sadly, put to sleep this afternoon.

And for some reason, boy cats tend to be much worse than girl cats when it comes to stitches and bandages!!!

Having said that, with neutering wounds we put the stitches under the skin so there's nothing to poke at, which means most female cats just take a look and go 'OK, whatever.' Boy cats are more likely to get the sort of injuries where there are stitches on the surface and go 'whoo! Whassat, then?' *Pull*

Heh.

[kraftpistole.livejournal.com]

That poor cat. :( May it rest in peace.