So it totally snowed last night. See the above pictures for proof. We got like 2 inches! This doesn't happen very often around here, especially in December. Most of the time it only snows in February or March, and even then we're talking only every 5-6 years. Maybe 2009 will be our year for another snow that's decent enough to go sledding in. (Yet another reason to heal quickly!)
Because of the snow, I got one of the guys at work to come pick me up. I haven't really had many opportunities to get much practice at driving on icy roads. This afternoon my dad came to pick me up, and we headed off to deposit my paycheck and then pick out a purse at Kohl's that has a long strap that I can wear over my chest so it won't get in the way of the crutches.
When he took me back home, I was surprised Tucker wasn't at the door. I was a little worried, but then again we weren't in my car so he didn't hear that it was me. I started calling for him and yelling out "treat" because that always gets him to come running. When he didn't, I started to worry. My dad found him under my bed, which is not a common place for him to hang out.
He finally came out, and as he came down the hallway I could tell something was wrong.
When he got closer, I could see that his left paw was swollen at least 3 times its normal size. I of course felt concerned and started checking it to see if I could see if anything was noticeably wrong. I thought it was kind of ironic that it was his left paw since my trouble is in my left hip.
I called the vet, and they suggested I bring him in right quick before they closed. Dad and I hopped back in the car and headed out there.
They had to shave off part of his fur on his paw to look for any sort of puncture. They were afraid something had cut him and then bacteria got into the wound and became infected. They couldn't find anything, but they gave him some antibiotics just in case. When they brought him back in, she mentioned that it could still be an infection because he had a slight fever, but he also may have just landed on it funny or could have had an insect bite. As soon as she said it, I knew what had happened.
I have trouble this time of year with wasps getting into my house. When he sees something moving, he goes after it. I always toss him in the other room while I kill them and flush them. It seemed to me that he may have gone after one and got stung. She decided to go on and give him some Benadryl just in case. (Sidenote: Who knew that you could give cats Benadryl?!)
Within a couple of hours, the swelling was down. I also found a dead wasp on the floor, and later when Tucker walked past that same spot he came to a dead stop and crouched down looking all around. I think he remembered that this was the spot that he got hurt.
I wish now that I had thought to take a picture of his paws so that I could show the comparison. I felt so bad for the little guy. He'd probably felt really scared when he got stung, and there's no telling how long it had been since it happened.
He seems to be ok now. He's been walking and running around, and he curled up in my lap for a while and purred.
I'm definitely glad that I took him to the vet and that he's already much better. I am a little jealous though that it was easier to heal my cat than to heal me. :)