Gentle Persuasion

The essence of meaningful change is best sought in the gentlest of approaches.

Everyone of the littles is adorable.
Thank you to Grace and Britt for helping

I have found this to be true with every patient that I encounter and every endeavor in medicine I stumble upon. There is very little too gain with brute force. Nature punishes unwilling interventions. She is the only one of us that is permitted disastrous force with unmerciful annihilation and no apologies for her unexpected wrath.

I am currently bottle feeding three 3 week old kittens that my sister rescued.  They are tiny balls of fluff with only two preferences; eat and sleep. They are helpless, fragile, and adorable. If there is a core of all of humanity for such innocence it is spawned from the twitching of ears, the rhythmic kneading of open paws and the purr of suckle on a bottle. If mankind has one central weakness it is the precious life that littles elicit. These three kittens as tiny, meek and vulnerable that they are, were also born with some primitive, compulsion to survive. The first time I offered a bottle they were angry. They wanted what they knew, what was working just fine for them in the past, and, they were reluctant, resistant, (no, that's not the right word),,, they were pissed to change. The bottle is hard, plastic, chewy rubber nipple and there's me anchored to all of it. Not very tempting save for the desperation that hunger induces. It took two days of gentle persuasion to convince them to abandon the old fleshy-furry-momma they once knew and adored. Problem was that momma was feral. She was ferrying her babies form one shelter to the next to avoid incarceration from the good intentioned onlookers providing her free room and board. We captured these three as she attempted to once again avoid intrusion. These three boys were lost from the home they knew and the mom who has thus far been everything they needed. Who wouldn't be disgruntled about this turn of events?

We have a very well-qualified technician we are interested in hiring. Her credentials and work history are impressive and it would be so nice to have someone just slip into our work schedule who didn't need a year of training who then discovers they want to be a cosmetologist, or nurse, or tattoo artist. She interviewed, gave us a high dollar start figure ultimatum and then requested a shadow work day to see us in action. She left that shadowing day feeling as if we were incapable of the changes she felt we needed to make to fit her work style and standards. In a polite decline she made us feel like we were below her standard of care. While I appreciate knowing who you are and maintaining a bar you are not interested in negotiating I found it poetic that the staff felt much the same about her. Her obvious insinuations that there was room for improvement put them on the defensive. They felt she wouldn't fit in because she had little interest in trying. I explained to them, all strong, very talented, experienced technicians that I was pretty sure they would do the same if they were transplanted into a different clinic. What remains at the core of each of us is, needs to be, the same nidus of inspiration. We all have to be here with a common goal. Perhaps we need to be reminded, or inquired as to what that is, and then ask ourselves if we are capable of gentle persuasion to work together for this instead of competing for who gets there more efficiently? Also, maybe the carrot, and the warm bottle are not our preferred substitute but we can learn to tolerate it, maybe even embrace the change that is inevitable.

Maybe the whole world, every interaction, every moment needs to be centered on gentle persuasion when the life around us reminds us there is a wrath of consequences awaiting.

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The Kitten House Of Cards

The most dreaded part of my being a vet is the deluge of unwanted, homeless tiny felines. It begins in early March and continues through October. Even as September descends upon us the kittens still bloom. This last week we had 8, (oddly all black or black and white), kittens arrive without a person to love them. Apparently the admission of having a soft spot in your heart for cats and the helping of those in need of a halfway house leads to the flood gates being flung wide open. The idea that everyone doesn't admire and adore cats of all sizes, shapes, and colors is almost impossible for me to comprehend. At the beginning, middle, and end of every disastrous day is a purring mass of fur and my encompassing arms. I take therapeutic kitten breaks daily. It is the single best part of my job, my workplace, and the life blood of my soul.

Every day there seems to be yet another kitten, from yet another person, that appears to have either manifested "out of thin air," was "dropped off by some transparent being," or came from the "cat-cornucopia-farm across the road that never spays or neuters their barn cats."

Every request is the same, "I can't keep it," or, "I'm not a cat person," (what the hell does that mean?),  "but I heard you guys like cats." All delivered with a tone of expectation and a demeanor of self-assured justified shirking of responsibility.

How do I respond to this? "Umm,,,, Yes, of course I like cats. I'm a vet. But, no, I can't take every cat from every person who asks me to." (Although secretly I do wish I could).

After school visit with the kittens.
Our daily ritual with my nephew.

Any species who can adapt so quickly, so efficiently, and so successfully to as many places and conditions as the domestic house cat has deserves respect and adoration. They are incredibly prolific and reported as being able to produce over 400,000 cats in seven years from one cat. Quite impressive and quite humbling to all of us who dedicate huge amounts of time and resources attempting to spay and neuter our way out of the millions of cats euthanized in the US every year.

Found by a client this kitten was caught in a fan motor.
She lost her front left leg, suffered some facial injuries and is being treated for a crushing,
degloving injury of her back left leg.
We are intensively trying to save her back leg.
Many Thanks to our technician Laura and Dr. Hubbard for caring for her.

We say that a cat has 9 lives because they are impressively hardy, smart, cunning, calculating, and savvy, all characteristics of a survivor. Every single one of us has much to learn from the cat.

When it comes to providing for a kitten there is a short list of needs that must be met.

Kittens are like a house of cards. It takes a few cards to be stacked, a shaky foundation and the whole structure can collapse. Should you ever find a kitten of your own they must be provided the following;

• Warmth. Every newborn needs to be kept warm. Whether it comes from a cuddling mom, a warming blanket, a heating pad, a heat lamp, or just being kept close to your heart.
• Keeping them clean and dry in an enclosed place out of the elements.
• Food. Babies burn calories at an alarming rate. Keep them eating. For a kitten this is about every two hours of an age appropriate food. We have calorie dense wet foods to help, think the kitten version of Ensure.
• Fleas. The blood sucking, life depleting parasite that is the demise of many a small soul. Remove them with a flea comb and soapy water, nothing else. Those adult flea preventative topicals can kill a weak, compromised baby, avoid them. Be patient and comb.
• Parasites. The invisible intestinal parasites can, and do, grow to such numbers that they can steal the life from a kitten from the inside out. (Reminder, you will likely NOT see evidence of intestinal parasites in the feces, they are microscopic).

The kitten whole stole my heart,,again, Lucky.

This is Lucky, a two month old feral? (more like homeless) kitten. He came to us almost comatose. He was soo cold that he would not register on the thermometer for almost 30 minutes after aggressive warming was begun. He was emaciated, lifeless, and very pale. He was also covered in fleas, dehydrated, and suffering from an upper respiratory infection.

Within 30 minutes of warming him, removing his fleas, and feeding him he was lifting his head and purring. After 4 hours he was up and cuddling.

He is a miracle of gratitude and the best answer to a long day of not feeling like my life has a deeper meaning. He is the reason veterinarians do what we do.

Lucky was adopted yesterday.

We still have six kittens and four adults looking for a home to fill with a sense of purpose and completion.

Should you find yourself in need of a hug, a warm nose to snuggle, a purr to keep the night from lasting too long, or just the unconditional love of a pet please come by and visit Jarrettsville Vet to see and meet our babies.

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The Babies

The babies go to their foster home tomorrow.

I have spent the last week coo-ing, cuddling, and marveling over them.

Butters, their mom, is a sweet, affectionate, happy soul. She will make someone's home replete with her warm, gentle, demeanor and ever present purr.

I will miss them all, but I know I will see them again..

Butters, their mom, is a sweet, affectionate, happy soul. She will make someone's home replete with her warm, gentle, demeanor and ever present purr.

I will miss them all, but I know I will see them again..

For information on adopting these kittens, or Butters please contact
http://www.nokillharford.org/