Last night, Prowler presented me with the vilest offering of vomit I have ever seen. 🙁 This came about 2:00 a.m. We had both fallen asleep in my recliner, she was on my chest and Mike just covered us both with a blanket before he went to bed. Thankfully, I had my terry cloth bathrobe on and it is thick, so it got the brunt of the “offering.” Prowler looked like abject misery afterward, and I ran her into the bathroom for a bit of clean-up. I wrapped her in a warm towel, ditched my bathrobe and we went back to sleep.

This morning, she actually peed! Actual pee not just drips and she pooped too! I’m so strange to get so elated about peeing and pooping, but that is the name of the game of my life. A few minutes ago, I caught her catching some sun in the enclosure. She was at the top of one of the condos and when I approached she rolled over exposing her furry belly and got a gentle belly rub. This is the first time I have been able to touch her belly without either getting growled at or bitten.

I am hopeful this is the turning point, and she won’t have anymore set-backs. God knows my vet bill could use some relief at this point, and I still have six kittens to neuter. I’m taking Babycakes in tomorrow for her spay. I believe she is still with kittens and suspect the kittens are being absorbed. There is no way after such a bad case of acute septic mastitis that the little ones can be born without complications or being still-born. It is imperative that I get her in to be spayed quickly now that she has healed. The vet clinic had a cancellation for tomorrow, so off she will go.

While she is there, I am going to have her scanned for a chip. She was to sick last time she was with Ben and he was to busy saving her life to bother about a chip. But, she is a definite puzzle, with her feral colony tipped ear, still being intact, and declawed! Someone, once upon a time must have cared for her enough to bring her inside, why else declaw her? I don’t know though, if I do find she has an owner, do I give her up and send her back to them? Maybe she just got out during mating season or something.

Even with being declawed, I see no problems in her behavior. She is very loving with me, and though at times she is hissy and strikes out at the other cats, she isn’t openly aggressive. She pees and poops in the litter pan, climbs on the furniture and the condos, and I don’t see any of the issues sometimes voiced about declawed cats. She is my first declawed rescue, except for Cole who managed to declaw himself on two counts, just by pulling his claws out with his teeth. Ben said if he could figure out how Cole did it, he could make a lot of money, because as of yet, the claws haven’t grown back. Ben suspects an old injury traumatized the paw.