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Jack is home and in one piece. A bald-bellied sewn-together piece, but he’s back to playing and running up and down the hall and such. *hugs expensive kitten*

That’s all. I’ve got work tomorrow, so I’m off to bed. Happy Hanukkah!

Make sure to read the previous post if you haven’t already.

We just came back from the vet, and when we got there, Jack was in surgery. We decided to stick around. About ten minutes later, the guy called us in to show us the piece of Jack’s intestine that they had pulled out (ew). Turns out that he hadn’t eaten anything that really got stuck, but for some reason, his intestine had started doubling into itself. Imagine putting your hand in a sock to pull it right-side out, and stop halfway through. That’s what his intestines were doing, and nothing could get through, so he was starving to death. He probably would not have lasted the weekend.

Anyhow, so we waited for him to wake up again so we could see him, and when he did, he looked a lot better. He’s still scarily thin, and he wanted to get out of that cage like you wouldn’t believe, but he has a bit more energy and he can meow audibly again. They’re going to keep him there until probably Monday, giving him antibiotics, fluids, and a chicken-broth-like food (see? Chicken soup is the answer to everything!).

Jack’s my Hanukkah kitten, I guess you could say. HAPPY HANUKKAH, BY THE WAY!

Please pray for my kitten, Jack (otherwise known as Jack-Jack or Jackory). He’s five months old (born the Sunday after camp) and is the only kitten of my cat, Tia. Anyhow, about a week ago, he was a bit sick and ended up throwing up once. In the past week, we’ve watched him have less and less energy, eat less and less, and lose more and more weight. His bones started sticking out and he looked like a stray. He slept a lot or just laid on the floor by your feet, and he didn’t even have the energy to meow. This is the same pudgy kitten who “gallumps” up and down the hall to a cavalry charge that nobody else can here.

So we finally took him to the vet today. They did a test for leukemia, which they said it really looked like, and some kind of wasting disease. Thank goodness, they both came up negative (and if Jack-Jack had leukemia, we’d really have to worry about Tia). However, they found out that he has something about the width of your thumb in his intestine (and kitten intestines should be about the width of a thin pencil), and it’s apparently blocking it and causing him to starve. He needs to have surgery, but he’s too thin and weak to go under anesthesia.

They kept him tonight, and they’re going to give him some antibiotics (he has an infection because of it) and fluids to see if that perks him up some by tomorrow so they can open him up and remove that from his system. If they do surgery too early, he might not wake back up after being knocked out. If they wait too long… well, use your imagination. The vet said that if he responded well to the antibiotics and fluids, he has a really good chance of being just fine after surgery.

I’ve never lost a pet before… and I have a propensity towards becoming way, way too attached to them. It’s going to take a few paychecks to cover this but… I don’t want to see him go.

Please pray.