As I was making elvis and I chocolate pancakes this morning
a little kitten crawled into my room to lap up Menina’s morning milk.
At first glance it looked like the kitten’s left eye had
exploded. It immediately got some ibuprophen mashed in tuna. The poor thing
made no cries. Even in its weakness it purred when I rubbed my fingers against
its boney body.
Upon closer inspection I realized there is a growth on the
left eye preventing it from closing and even hair-loss around that eye. But,
the other eye is fine, beautifully green and tracking well. The rest of its
body is so dirty and matted from the rains the past few days I can’t really
inspect the rest of its health, but it doesn’t seem healthy by any stretch of
the word.
Do I attempt to nurture a dieing creature back to health
that I can’t keep? Do I put myself through the frustration and then possible
pain if it dies anyways?
With no vet, I am on my own. I put antibiotic ointment in
the eye and then a steroid drop. I will continue with both for the next few
days and see what happens.
Meanwhile, Menina and Perla are furiously jealous.
Word around the house is Elvis found the kitten in the
street and delivered it to my doorstep.
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