Lazarus

Last night is one, that I hope never to repeat again. Laz was in the living room playing with Perch under the coffee table. I came in before having to leave to work trying to straighten up and finish the laundry. I noticed the kittens pummeling each other under the table, turned around to leave with the laudry basket in my hand. I was barefoot and suddenly underneath my foot, I felt something soft. I stepped down because it didn’t register that it was the belly of a kitten. 🙁 I heard something pop and he screamed and gurgled and I screamed and stepped back. I picked him up and he was open mouth breathing. I flipped him over, and he vomited all over my feet. it was then that I noticed he had pooped and peed all over himself and my heart sank. All I could think of was that I had ruptured something and killed this poor boy.

I had to go to work, so Mike rushed Laz in to see Dr. Doer who could find nothing visibly wrong with him. he was alert and perky during the exam and even tried to nail her a few times with his kitty claws. We have had him confined now overnight and this morning I let him out for a few minutes and he bolted across the floor and jumped on Perch! Thank God- I could barely concentrate last night at work and I tried to not cry about what happened at least not in front of the customers. I just felt sick to my stomach because it was Laz and he has already been through it and back.

This morning he seems just fine and is running around the front room jumping on Oliver and Matuse. Thank you God for delivering him from my clumsiness. That vet visit is going to be costly because it was after hours- but I was so sure I had killed him because in all the years that I have been working with kittens, I have NEVER once stepped on one!

It was a bad night last night and I kept waking up to check on Laz. I found several piles of fresh sick on his blanket a few times but this morning, it looks like God has once again delivered this spitfire from possible death.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.