I JUST GOT LAZY CRASTRATED!

It was a very long planned decision yet no time to carry out until last Saturday.

I felt regret the moment we arrived the clinic. Damn worried and felt so heartache that my naughty baby had to suffer such pain. But when I thought of all the pee-ing and shit-ing around the house will be stop once and for all. I was like “Go ahead, doc!”.

But no doubt I was damn worried and I even questioned the doctor’s ability to handle the surgery as he was alone at the clinic. He was like “no problem!” and I was like “yeah right…”, “sure or not…”.

Because Lazy had separated testicles, so the doctor had to remove the inner testicle by making an opening (is this the right way to say it?) below his stomach. The usual castration only takes 5-10 minutes because the testicles only being removed through the back side, which somewhere near the butt hole. But because one of Lazy’s testicles was abnormally inner to the abdomen(?), so the whole process will take a longer time,1-2 hours to accurately locate the abnormal testicle and remove it.

Ok anyway, I’m not being cruel trying to take away Lazy’s machoism or masculine features/personalities/styles/whatever. It’s just that when our regular veterinarian diagnosised that Lazy had separated testicles (some phenomenon which I forgot), he advised us to get them removed as the inner one, which was nearer to the body temperature might become cancerous and Lazy will die. So after much dilly-dally, finally one year later, Lazy is now cancer risk-free.

But I have to keep an eye on him coz the stitches have yet to be removed. So must make sure he doesn’t jump or does any danger stunts. I changed his litter box to a small one and put newspaper instead of litter sand because there might be a chance the sand will stick to his wound and if that really happens, then he’s screwed.

When he first got home, he was still under the effect of anaesthetics. So I had to put him lying on newspapers coz he couldn’t urinate properly and wet one side of his body. Reminded me of my late grandpa who had similar problem coz he was on wheel chair. So sad. He’s like lying there on his urine yet he couldn’t feel or move. Just staring at me, looking blur and lost. I’m talking about Lazy, by the way.

So there’s this capsules that I have to force it down his throat twice a day. But where got cat willingly compromise with such order? So I pour out the medicine from the capsules and mix the medicine with milk and feed him. At first, it was a brilliant idea as Lazy surrenders to milk. But it was a rather stupid idea in the end as the milk caused him to produce fluid poop which we all know this phenomenon better as diarrhea. So I had to clean up the mess and it didn’t help at all when Lazy stepped on his own poop. But lucky I got newspapers all over the area for such possible situation and those newspaper came in handy in the end. See, no harm being organised, systematic and prepared. So, no more milk.

I remember last time my bunny loved milk as well. He always stole it from Lazy’s pot when I let him out to play and poor Lazy just stared at Mr. bunny from far because my dear cat was afraid of my dear bunny. Amazing, isn’t it?

Anyway, the only thing I’m worrying of currently is that Lazy might lick his wound which according to an article, it’s not good coz his tongue might have germs and causes infection on the wound. So I made this cone shaped collar using manila cards (pink color!) and stapled around his neck. He looked like a clown. But he obviously doesn’t like it and always tries to remove it by walking side by side to the wall or going through his cage door. So he managed to spoil the last one. Now he is collar-less and I’m worry.

His bells were removed before the surgery. Gonna put them up again when I remember coz I left them in my car. I have to bring Lazy back to the clinic one week after the surgery to remove stitches. But I’m going to penang. So we will see then.

Such a long post on Lazy. Major update on him. I don’t really dare to hug him yet. So scared of hurting his wound or causing the stitches to break. Ewww.