Saturday, May 9, 2009

It's Official - Sable's a Boy!

Sable and I had a busy day! We got up this morning, he ate (I didn't...and still haven't LOL) and we went to the vet. I was so concerned about him because I thought he had not been eliminating.
The vet staff were wonderful with Sable. While I completed the paperwork, Erika, the Customer Service staffer picked him up to talk to him. Well Sable was quite talkative because she woke him up. I doubt what he had to "say" was pretty. LOL Then Erin, the Vet Assistant took him, talked to him and cuddled him, he whined. After assessing him, she said that Sable is a boy, he weighs 0.5 lbs and reported that he peed. I was overjoyed. Erin said that he didn't poo but that his anus was puckering, so that works. They needed to Xray his abdomen to see if there is a blockage.

Dr. Johnson came in and spoke to me about raising a newborn. She said that he's a little more than a week old, is in good condition. She concurred with me and others that he was raised inside but was abandoned outside. Dr. Johnson said she couldn't tell which was more taxing, raising a newborn kitten or newborn human baby. Since I can't make the comparison, I told her that newborn kittens are more taxing LOL



The Xray showed that he has air pockets in his intestines but no blockage. Hooray!!!! That was definitely a relief. She adviced me to keep feeding him by bottle for at least 3 - 4 weeks. She warned me that bottle feeding kittens is risky but it seems like he's thriving since he has a round belly, isn't dehydrated and his lungs are clear, so I must be doing it correctly. That was a relief. Sable is much too young for shots, so that's another trip to the vet. He's clean (no fleas, no mites) and has a healthy coat. And yes, he's still a cutie LOL



Following our visit to the vet, we went to the bank, PetSmart for a ferret carrier (smaller and much cheaper than a cat carrier), Home Depot and McDonald's. The challenge is having to take him everywhere. Guess that's what mothers of newborns say too. LOL People who see the picnic basket ask what's in it...when I tell them, they immediately wanna see him and some wanna pet him. I'm not happy about the petting. Gotta find a tactful way to let people know that he is not to be petted.

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