So a couple days after my last post about sick furballs and stress, it would seem the third member of our elderly furry trio, was feeling a bit left out. I swear, this time he managed this out of sheer jealousy at all the money not spent on him!
Aries, the rotund, bratty middle child who was doing just fine, waddles up to me one morning a few days after my last post about the other two, and stares at me. Two inches from my face with his big eyes wide open. Sort of.
His right eye is a little weepy, but nothing too odd. No icky goo leaking out, it’s just a bit damp. No biggie, he could have just irritated it with his paw or a dust bunny. I reach up with a tissue and then I notice something odd.
The eyeball itself has morphed into a lizard type eyeball, while the left side is perfectly feline. What the…???
Okay, he might be named after an ancient, mythical god of war – and like most gods, does have a petty, vindictive streak (no offense to my religiously inclined friends) – but as for being actually being physically tough and stoic…
Oh sure, he struts around the house all proud and manly. And has the most ferocious sounding fights with the neighbour cat…with the glass door firmly closed between them. The hiding from loud noises? That’s just him performing tactical retreats to plot his next move. Tormenting his furry siblings…all in good fun.
And he has dealt with some very traumatic injuries. After all, there was that time a couple of years ago when I visciously mangled a front paw pad while trimming his nails. It only took bright daylight and a flashlight to reveal the deep gash I had cut into him when he wiggled. Why it broke at least one layer of skin, possibly even two! And it was a long cut too…3 to 4 millimeters! The only reason it didn’t bleed – not even a single drop – was through a sheer force of will on his part.
Obviously, I was never forgiven for this heinous crime, so off we go to the groomers every 4 to 6 weeks now.
But I digress.
Now that we’ve established what brave and ferocious warrior Aries Cat is, imagine my alarm upon realizing that he was now transforming into an entirely different species! Or at least has one eyeball looking distinctly un-cat like.
And not a whimper out of him. That should have been my first, no, make that second clue. The first had been the night before when he was exceptionally needy and cranky all at the same time. Even for him. Sigh.
Several phone calls to the vet’s office and 24 hours later, we’re back in there with Lizard Cat in tow. See, cats have this 3rd inner eyelid that normally only comes out and stays out, in response to illness, injury or the trauma (to the body) of being treated for one or the other. This condition is called Horner’s Syndrome. Yeah, I didn’t know about this one either. And my pets have a long history of developing uncommon health issues.
But the good doctor could find no evidence of injury or illness, was very stumped, knew we had just spent a fortune for the other two. She didn’t want to order tests because if her suspicion about it being Horner’s was right; there being no actual test and the treatment, if needed, being the same in most cases.
Off we went with instructions of what to watch for. Still worried and sucking up apologizing for the kennel, car ride, thermometer in the butt and manhandling by strangers, we worshipped him even more than usual for the next couple days.
He lapped it up like a sponge and about two days later, suddenly started acting as though the eye hurt. There was no sign of physical distress whatsoever until then. Aries is always very clear when he feels any level of pain or discomfort. But this time we’re not sure as the pain seems to come and go…depending on the audience factor.
Sigh, more call’s to the vet. She is just as puzzled as I rattle off anything that night possibly, even by the most tenuous of threads, be related. Finally, at my request, she prescribes non-steroidal, anti-imflammatory drops that won’t hurt him, but will help if he’s actually in pain. A week and $200 later, his lordship’s eye returned to normal.
We still don’t know if it actually was Horner’s Syndrome, or a boo boo. But I would not be at all surprised to find out it was self-inflicted.
Oh, on the upside, they gave him a complimentary toe clipping. Ha! Bet that wasn’t part of his plan!