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14 July 2008 @ 09:36 pm
 
This is the last Handsome Tom post today, I promise.

Hidden for those wot aren't all that interested:


Before I went to pick up my boy, I set up the outbuilding that serves as our gym with a litter box, food, water, and a nice fluffy towel on the camp chair. In theory, I could have let Thomas out into the wild once more, but I wanted to keep him in overnight to be sure he got the anaesthesia fully out of his system. Also, there was the possibility (note: now an actuality) of oozing blood from the snippity-snip incision.

Everyone at the vet's office was completely charmed by Handsome Tom. I spoke with four techs, all of whom commented on his beauty and his sweetness. "He's really special," was uttered more than once. Oh, sure, there was one dodgy moment early in the day when he bolted from his carrier, but the tech simply placed her hand near to the ground and called to him. Tom's tail sprang up and he trotted right back to the tech, snuggling a bit when she lifted him up. I know because she absolutely gushed to me about how lovely he is. Apparently none of the staff were too keen to look at his Fe-Luke results. "He's such a love, it would've been heartbreaking if the test was positive!" There was much rejoicing when the results were clean. Turns out he's considerably younger than we thought - about two years old - and other than the tapeworm he's in remarkably good health.

By the way, all the while I was chatting with the tech, I had my fingers through the door of Tom's carrier. He rubbed his head along my fingers, purring like a mad thing. When I got him home and into the gym, I set the carrier on the ground and let him come out of it in his own time. Which was about two and a half seconds. He took in the digs, noted the litterbox, and then crawled, purring wildly, into my lap. I ended up hanging with him for about an hour. At one point I dozed off in the very uncomfortable camp chair. Tom snuggled hard against me, paws wrapped about my arm and his chin atop that.

So... tomorrow - assuming the bleeding has stopped - I let him back out. Don's already looking into installing a kitty door into the gym. I'm lining up Tom's three week booster shot appointment, and keeping in mind that I'll have to take him in for de-worming every couple of months. He's our boy now, darn it, and we're going to make sure he's healthy and happy. The big ol' mush.

Oh! One more thing: he's using the litterbox. Clearly, the boy is a genius.

In non-HT news, I made the trek to the laundromat today. I figured I'd do every bit of laundry I had so that we'll be okay until the machine is *crosses fingers* fixed on Friday. Four loads, that was. And do you know how much each load cost? THREE FRELLING FIFTY!!!!! Three fifty! That's insane! For three fifty a load, I really shouldn't have to deal with the children pushing each other around in the laundry carts, or the ten year old who keeps putting crap in his mouth even though his mother has told him forty seven times not to do so, or that selfsame mother who clearly doesn't intend to follow up her threats with any consequences, or the cranky toddler who whinged for twenty five minutes, or crappy soap operas on the TV. Just sayin'.
 
 
 
Aifacat: Purr...aifacat on July 15th, 2008 02:12 am (UTC)
Awwwww...what a lucky (smart) kitty, that Tom!
kitmfkitmf on July 15th, 2008 02:17 am (UTC)
He knows about litterboxes, he was someone's cat once. Glad he is again.
Kelladyjoust on July 15th, 2008 02:21 am (UTC)
My thought exactly. I so wish he could tell me his story. And I'm glad he's ours now, too.
Andrewquueer on July 15th, 2008 02:48 am (UTC)
Awww, kitties.

I will have a kitty just as soon as I'm living somewhere for more than a few months at a time.
pheylanpheylan on July 15th, 2008 03:07 am (UTC)
By getting him fixed you probably will keep the kitten population down in the area. He's already staked the claim and isn't likely to give it up to another male just because he was disengaged. Especially as he now has the bestest humans he could find in the area to fuss over him and make sure he stays healthy. Good Job!
Fjordhopperfjordhopper on July 15th, 2008 09:39 am (UTC)
So glad to hear that he's doing OK and that you now have an outdoor cat! Sounds like he is really appreciating all the care too!
harpiegirl4: grin without catharpiegirl4 on July 15th, 2008 11:39 am (UTC)
Hee. I just love the inevitability that takes place in the Life o' Kelly when it comes to cats choosing you. It begins as a casual mention in your blogs... then we get to hear a little bit more about it each blog as you fall in love with the feline in question... then before we know it, WHAM! You've got another cat! ;)

How long before the next one, I wonder?



Edited at 2008-07-15 11:40 am (UTC)
mistress_kathmistress_kath on July 15th, 2008 02:04 pm (UTC)
If you have anything you don't want damaged in the gym, I strongly suggest you use the kind of cat door that only opens to a chip on kitty's collar (they advertise them in Cat Fancy all the time). Our porch is enclosed and we have a kitty hole about the size of a coffee can cut in the door - and we get raccoons and opossums up on the porch anyway.