Henna Found a Home, Sorta... And Fang Loses Out

Henna, our most exotic rescue to date has found temporary - possibly permanent - placement. My husband took her to the local shelter today where they recognized her immediately as one of a missing pair of Bengals whose prior owner had passed away.

After the death of their owner, the two siblings were then placed into the care of another party who neglected them. The shelter had picked up the brother due to the neglect but was informed at that time that the sister was missing. (She was with us, getting fed, lucky girl.)

The manager of the shelter was fostering the brother in her home so when we brought the sister in to check for an ID chip, the shelter staff were elated, snatched her up, and whisked her away.

Now for the sad part. Fang also accompanied my husband to the shelter to see if there was a ID chip but they took one look at him and said "No, he doesn't have a chip and er, we don't have a place for him yet, and uh, it might be awhile before we do..."

Sigh.

Now we can look forward to another week of medications for his various ailments. He has relapsed into a horrid ear infection which was not caught by the original vet exam and it turned back into another upper respiratory infection. So he now gets an ear flush daily. Which by the way, I must say, he truly despises. Followed by an ear antibiotic twice a day which requires refridgeration. You know how great cold wet drops in your ear feel. Then he receives a refridgerated, banana-flavored oral antibiotic. Again, he's impressed, banana is every carnivore's favorite. Why not tuna-flavored? Have they no pity? And last but not least, he receives antibiotic drops in his eyes and his nose. By now, as you can imagine he's thoroughly enjoying the entire procedure. Did I mention he's a big strong boy?

The vet office clipped his nails way back so although we have a bruise or two to show for our "this is hurting us more than it's hurting you" medication regimen, the worst damage consists of cleaning up the various liquids that don't quite make it to the intended infection site during our struggle with, er treatment of the darling creature.

And when the last dose has been administered, he sneezes, looks at us and starts purring and kneading again.