Wednesday, August 27, 2014

10 days of Kitty rehab. A bike ride with a very happy ending.

 
I love riding with friends, but if I end up solo, I try not to let it bother me - and just have fun with it.
 
 
 
Once in a while, if I'm on my own, I take an eclectic ride around town.
  
Saturday before last I rode my favorite mtn bike on a Melbourne safari.  First, checked out the new bridge by the old dam, and then on to Wickham Park, and out to Lake Washington. 
 
I always have fun cutting through the alleys of Eau Gallie on the way.  Gets some dirt under my tires.
 
 
 
 
One of the alleys in Eau Gallie.
 


 
 
This is Kitty.
  
I was on my way home through the alley. 
 
There she was, right in my path - barely able to stand, bleeding, covered with bugs.
 
I didn't think she would live through the hour-long wait for Popeye to come with the car to pick us up. 
 
But she did. 



 
Kitty eats like a horse all day, even with a sore mouth.
By Sunday she is strong enough for a flea bath.
And on Monday, a trip to the vet for blood tests and shots.



 
A week later...
 
This is what eating like a horse four times a day can do for a Kitty!
 
 


 
 
In one week, Kitty is strong enough for sedation. While she is out, she gets more blood work (all normal!) and a shave.  She has gone from 5 lbs to 6 lbs, and her mouth is on the mend.
   

 
 
 
It might be a bit chilly with the matting all gone, but it has to feel good.  It sure isn't pretty, though.
 
Kind of glad for the delay on the sedation and haircut now.  How scrawny would those bones have looked if we could have seen under all those mats a week ago? 
 
 
 
 
Not liking me so much after the vet visit and the shave.
 
That's OK.  Another plate of food = Kitty forgiveness. 
 
 
 
Kitty went to her new home today.  Happy ending!  For Kitty, anyway.  Because, darn.  We are really going to miss our beautiful boarder.
 
So, how about that eclectic Saturday safari ride now?  You probably want to come next time, right? 
 
Because, who knows? 
 
You might just find yourself a real treasure. 
 
As long as you don't mind a little dirt.
 
 
 
 

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