Before Mousey and I left on our trip to Washington state at the end of July we nearly had a tragedy. Our sweet Halle Berry required an intervention. All of the sudden she became socially unacceptable in the tail end and we noticed she had lost quite a bit of weight. I blame the in and outs of summer for my lack of observation. This all happened days before we left for Washington.. Mousey and I took her in to the vet, where they x-rayed her and determined she had a serious blockage. They sent us home with a stool softener, a mineral oil enema, and strict warnings to keep her in a small room because evidently that stuff is explosive and stains. YIKES. insert a horrified face emoji right here!
Here she is on her car ride in, she would have used the horrified emoji here.
For the most part she was such a calm, good girl, even throughout her humiliating exam. She still didn’t know what was going to happen when she got home!!!
Our plan of action was to remove the litter boxes from our coat room to the next door laundry room for the other 3 felines, so we could then put some old sheets and towels on the coat room floor before we began the “procedure”. At this point all of the other nosey parker cats came out of the woodwork to see what was going on because Halle was still contained in the cat carrier and suggesting regularly that she would like to be RELEASED. I found a small litter box in the garage for her to use because we were going to need to check that to see if there were any… deliveries. Then we shooed the gawkers out of the coat room and let Halle out. Her one and only desire then became to get OUT of the coat room. Mousey helped hold her while I squirted the stool softener down her throat and gave her the enema, which I have to say I did not feel qualified to do. We left her alone with some food and water and an old bed, all of which she never touched out of spite. Or fear.
The poor thing was starting to look like a hot mess, sticky stuff all down her chest from the stool softener, some other stuff on her paws that the directions assured she would lick off. She never did. And because she thought she was being punished by being left in the coatroom under mortifying circumstances, she was a very sad kitty. She never ate or drank at all. We did have a little success in the toileting area, but it didn’t seem like it was enough to solve her problem.
I was really getting concerned with the lack of eating and drinking, so the day before I left, Abby and I hauled her back to the vet to check on her progression. Was she dying? Do we need to put her down? Has my massaging her belly helped one iota? They took another x-ray and sure enough she had unplugged!!!! Thank you LORD!!! We brought her home and released her back into free reign of the house!
Mousey and I left the next morning. The day after Honey sent Mousey and I a video of her at the water bowl, delicately dipping her paw in the water and licking it off!! We about cried in relief! Thank you Lord again!!! She has been right as rain since. But I’m pretty sure she used one of her 9 lives.
On a hilarious side note, and not to be gross, but we were having to help Halle through this debacle with some bathing. We call this a bum wash and it requires a tail holder, so it is a two person job.
During this time I was making plans with my good friend Shari, who was going to be in town from her home in Texas the day after I returned home from Washington. On accident Shari received my text to Mousey, making plans around her work schedule!
OH.MY.WORD. I laughed SO hard when I figured it out!!!!!!!! Every time I read it I laugh all over again!!! I can only imagine Shari reading, then rereading the text!!!
So we are thankful for Halle Berry, the Survivor!