Well ten hours after leaving her with the vet, I was able to go collect Mrs Pod last night. The vet had cleaned her ears out and discovered that both ear drums were perforated. I have to collect a special ear cleaning solution on Monday to keep them spick and span and hopefully free from infection until they heal. She should be a lot more comfortable now anyway, poor girl.
As for her behaviour, it seems Mrs P had been slightly, er, shall we say, 'unco-operative' with the vet: she loves everyone except for vets - and for them she reserves a powerful hatred and loathing which is a wondrous sight to see in a small tabby cat. And did I mention the violence? There was a student vet in with us and he looked a little fraught, as if encountering Mrs P was making him rapidly re-evaluate his career choice.
The other news is that her kidneys aren't functioning at full strength, she'll have to go for regular check-ups and tests to see if she needs any medication etc. She's supposed to go in on Friday for a blood test and have her blood pressure taken. She will be very unhappy about this. Also, I'm going to try her with a special food for cats with renal problems to see if she'll take to it but the vet said it can be introduced over a period of months. What's the betting that she won't eat it but the others will?
Talking of food, she was absolutely starving when she got in, and started screaming about how LIVID! she was with us for leaving her at a place where they PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY ABUSED HER! and deliberately WITHHELD FOOD! until she was on the point of collapse. Two plates of dinner slightly mollified her and she agreed to sit on my knee and glare at me for the rest of the evening.
The bill came to £410. Gulp. For the second time in two weeks I am very, very glad she's insured. David had left the vets to go wait outside before I paid the bill as he felt sick and faint, (his face took on a strange similarity to Jacob Marley's ghost and I think the vet thought he was going to keel over on her nice clean floor). Whether this was because he had a premonition of the cost or because he was tired and hadn't eaten is debatable. He did the same thing at the theatre once when we were watching David Tennant in Love's Labour's Lost, and also fell asleep watching DT in Hamlet a few months earlier - I had to keep prodding him in the ribs in case he started snoring. I'm sure poor DT must now be paranoid that his acting talents induce either narcolepsy or vomiting in audience members.
As for the other cats... Pepper sat up on her back legs and waved appealingly at David so is his favourite girl at the moment, Posky is still being Posky, and Charlie had his umpteenth plan at losing his collar foiled (it's an ongoing war between us and him - we put collars on him, he goes out and 'loses' them). Unfortunately for him his latest attempt at being a free-range cat was spoiled when a kind soul found his collar in their garden and returned it to us. 'Curses!' he muttered before slinking through the cat flap...
Anyway, back to Mrs P, we would both be very grateful if you could all send healing vibes and purrs for her ears and kidneys, and sympathetic thoughts to the vet who has to meet her again next Friday.
Maiming vets is tiring work...