This time it’s Aunty Alice Audrey, The owner of an amazing blog under her name, Alice Audrey and the author of a book called Moving In. Aunty Audrey (Mommy thinks that Audrey is a cooler name than Alice and she always calls her Audrey, thus I too must call her the same 😉 ) has two cats and one of them is the special Icarus.
Why is Icarus so special? I will let Aunty Audrey to share that with you 🙂
Take it away now, Aunty Audrey!
Icarus, AKA “Icky Butt” the Thousand Dollar Kitty
We got Icarus from the animal shelter. Apparently he’d bounced back to them, rejected twice, before we got him. He was a young cat at the time, maybe six months old. Certainly less than a year. They weren’t sure, and tried to pass him off as a kitten. Sweet natured, but with some bad habits, still we accepted him immediately.
Bad habits? Well, they claimed he was trained for the litter box, but he preferred to leave his essence all over the house. Still does if we don’t keep on top of him.
He was always a roly-poly, fluffy guy who would purr so hard when you pet him that he’d start to screech like a tire peeling out, but whose meow sounded more like a cute chirp. And his tail! Such an expressive tail with its banded markings and constant crook. I started calling him Question Mark Kitty.
That was before the accident.
Our house came already equipped with a cat door. It isn’t uncommon for the cats to be out all day. Since the alternative to letting them come and go as they please is to watch the house fill up with poop, we naturally let both Icarus and Diana, roam free. We didn’t realize there was a problem until a day after the accident. Then I started calling all over town – the Humane Society, the shelter we’d gotten him from, and the city pound.
Icarus had slipped his collar a few days before, but we weren’t worried because he came with a chip. We went to the web site to check on him. Fool that I am, I thought the chip worked like a GPS, and that we’d be able to pin point him quickly. Not so. The web site requires that someone like the shelter scan the chip in and submit notification to them. There was nothing.
We put up a notice on Craigs List. The next day we got a call from a veterinarian. Icarus had been scooped up by the city pound and dumped off at the clinic. Apparently someone had run over him and left him to die.
He had a smashed in back hip, damage to his tail, and both bones in one of his front legs were broken. The clinic did nothing at all about this until we came in and signed the paperwork saying we would pay for any and all expenses involved.
A little over a thousand dollars, two surgeries, and four days later we brought Icarus home. Following the veterinarian’s orders, we kept him in a cage for three months. Even though he was on pain pills, he cried every time he had to relieve himself. We took him back, and got a prescription for laxatives and more pain meds. A week later we took him in for his check up and were told that he should have more control of himself and be able to stand on his own already, where he could not. They took x-rays and found the rebuilding of his hip hadn’t worked. They said it would fix itself if we just gave him time and kept him quite. They gave us sleeping pills for him. They also said there was a chance that he would never recover due to nerve damage.
Now they tell us?
He was in so much pain for so long. The thought that we had put him through all this for no good reason haunted me.
Meanwhile, he recovered bit by bit. He managed to get to his feet on his own. He dragged a hind foot behind him, but got around inside his cage. We left the cage door open and encouraged him to come out, but something strange had taken place in his brain. He didn’t want to leave it anymore. We had to drag him out.
Then, like a miracle, he started walking around. It wasn’t quite normal, but now we could all rest assured that he would make a full recovery. And he did.
Well, he did eventually. First we went through a very bad period where he pooped all over the house much worse than ever before. He peed and pooped where we take off our shoes, where we put the laundry, in the upstairs hallway, in my closet… everywhere. Sometimes it just seemed to dribble out of him so he left a trail as he walked. He never made an effort to use the litter box again, and still hasn’t. But as the snow melted, he started taking it outside.
Part of that might have been due to the newspapers. We put them down anywhere he left his little signature, and when I heard the paper crinkle, I’d spray him with a squirt bottle full of water. He developed the habit of running to me when he got wet, but also stopped going anywhere there was newspaper down. So we covered all the floors with newspaper. Guests might have raised an eyebrow, but the floors were safe.
It’s been a few weeks now with no accidents. I took up all the newspaper, and so far, so good.
Now he is a sweet, roly-poly adult cat with a chirping meow and a screechy-tire purr. He doesn’t try to get into high places the way he used to, and he walks with a funny waddle, but he’s happy and well adjusted. The worst of it? No tail. Not even a stump. The vet took it all.
Thank you so much for sharing Icarus with us, Aunty Audrey…you are such a great HuMom. Icarus has found a wonderful home where everyone cares for him unconditionally.
I hope all pets can be as lucky as Icarus. And a big BOO to the driver who had hit Icarus and left him to die.
Here are some post about Icarus on Aunty Audrey’s blog:
It;s been another great Share Your Pet post…will look for more pets later 🙂