Other Pets at Shelter...
Shelter: CRASH's LANDING
|Breed:||Siamese||Color:||Cream Or Ivory (Mostly)||Age:||Adult|
On July 19th, I got this email from volunteer Lindey Ruffin, who also helps out at Carol's Ferals; she was looking for help for a pitiful little kitty in dire straits:
"My coworker said her neighbor found a very skinny stray Siamese cat. It has a runny, half closed eye, and major mouth issues. The neighbor took the cat in and took it to the vet. The vet said it had some mouth issues (she can't remember what) and it would cost over $600 to fix. The neighbor took the cat home and after a couple of days, put the cat back outside claiming that it smelled so bad she couldn't have it in her house. My coworker has seen the cat again and says it looks really bad. Can you help?"
Well, this is definitely the type of cat we focus on helping, so we made arrangements for her to be delivered to us form Carol's Ferals where she was staying for the night. I was thoroughly upset that the cat was tossed outside in this heat to fend for itself due to issues beyond it's control, so when I opened this kitty's mouth, I certainly wasn't surprised by what I saw...and smelled. So, I anesthetized her and made quick work of extracting every tooth in her mouth except for her four canines; her mouth was so infected and her gums so inflamed it was no wonder she was thin as a rail and weighed only 5.4#. I have seen some pretty nasty cases of Feline Stomatitis over the years, but this darling dame's mouth was in my Top Five of Worst Mouths Ever! And to top it off, the back pockets of her oral cavity were so swollen and painful that I had to use steroids as well and antibiotics to try and control the disease process, along with heavy duty narcotics. Because the condition of her teeth were so poor, it makes guessing her age a bit more difficult; best I can come up is that she was born sometime between 2004 to 2007 (usually I am not stumped, but I just don’t feel confident with a definite age—how about we just call her an adult:)
After surgery it was time to clean this gross little girl up; the dried saliva caked on her fur smelled atrocious, and she was peppered with dead fleas and flea dirt. By the time she was bathed and blown dry, she was already begging for soft food, which I fed to her happily, and watched her gobble bowl after bowl down with ease and comfort! The transformation noted from when she arrived to just a few hours later was remarkable, and I have to tell you, it was a fabulous way to end a horrible week when she proceeded to wrap her skinny little body around my legs and head butt me as I set her up in our intake suite at Crash's! The volunteers who were on shift that night fell immediately head-over-paws in love with her, and believe me, she reciprocated in full-force!
Wiress, named after one of the tributes in The Hunger Games trilogy, is a survivor, no doubt. With the road to recovery right here at her footsteps, I am positive she will leave her troubled behind her and forge ahead, stronger than ever before! And with a fan club like the one she has here, we will be cheering her on until she lands a home of her own!