Monday, December 15, 2008

Little Ugly Squirt


I wasn't kidding in the last post when I said that Dexter was a homely little guy. He actually got a lot uglier after I took him to the vets this morning to have his ears cleaned. This picture gives new meaning to the cliche` "...only a mother could love..."

Through the whole ordeal with the vet digging the crap out of his ears, Dexter didn't stop purring.

Speaking of "crap in the ears".. OMG...It's been a long time since I had a foster cat with earmites. The stuff that came out of his ears was nauseating. Of course, the little booger flung it all over me when he shook his head.

I don't get it. I'm a mother of 3 children (now adults) - I really thought there are very few bodily functions that I couldn't handle. But I've discovered that earmites really make me gag. There's something about microscopic bugs that give me the "heebs". As I type this, I have to stop and scratch.

But I digress...

Little Dexter is doing "ok". The vet said I was under-medicating him. That's a surprise! I'm notorious for OVER-medicating my foster cats. I'd be squirting the liquid Clavamox into their mouths and mumble, "Get better, damn you so you can be adopted!" This little guy is quite a lover.

I'm going to save these pictures so I can remember what a little ugly squirt he was.


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Congratulations Dexter, you couldn't be in better hands.

Steve Bartlett said...

He looks just like Darwin (permanent cat #2). He's adorable! And ear mites are nothing. My vote for most disgusting is diarrhea (by far). Especially on 3-week-old long haired orphan kittens with no one to clean them up except you-know-who (even my own cats wouldn't touch them in that condition).

RHz said...

Oh. My. God. I love him. And I WISH I could take him.

(Unfortunately, I'm all the way on the east coast & my husband has put a cap on how many animals reside with us until we can get a bigger house. He thinks 6 cats, a dog, a tank of rescued fish, a turtle, a parrot and reptiles are enough. Hmph!)

Much luck with him. And if it's any consolation, I can handle all but puke and worbils (sp?).

House of the Discarded said...

Toronto isn't very far! He'd fit in well with your menagerie! :)