wow that's crazy !When she was 11 months old, Cleopatra began one Sunday at 3 AM with vomiting. She vomited several times over the next few hours, and when she threw up her breakfast immediately after she ate it (she got into the older cats’ food), off we went to the emergency vet.
During the night before, she managed to eat 32 inches of yarn. We know it was 32 inches, because the emergency vet measured it when they operated to remove it. And, after it was removed, they showed it to me and offered to return it! I declined. The next 2 weeks were interesting, because she wasn’t supposed to jump or run. We bought the largest dog crate I could find, and fitted it with a small litter box, a blanket and food dishes. It became her cave with a quilt draped over it, and she happily slept in it. I was sooo happy the day her stitches came out, and she healed up just fine.
Cleo is now 8 years old, and has a lovely zipper scar the length of her belly as a reminder of that awful weekend. Nowadays, she usually only eats cat food that has been decently canned and a few bugs. She is the only cat we have ever had who doesn’t like people food at all. But she still licks anything soft and fuzzy and likes to chew on sheer curtains!
ETA This episode made Cleo the most expensive cat we have ever owned. The bill was around $4300.99.
that sounds horrifyingWe attempted to get Miss Lily to wear a collar. She “loved” it so much she threw herself off the stairs through the slots in the railing. She fell around an estimated 6 feet onto the hardest flooring imaginable (this floor has broken numerous cell phones and an iPad) It was a terrible splat noise that we will never forget. It knocked the wind out of her and she was pretty sore for a few days. We haven’t attempted a collar, harness, or clothing since. We’ve put carpet runners where she fell in an attempt to soften a blow in case, god’s forbid, it happens again. Ugh...that noise