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My poor kitten! (totally gross)

Current mood: rushed Category: Pets and Animals
My kitten, Ziggy Stardust, is sick. :( Well, I guess not really sick, but I put him outside the beginning of this week and he has been doing great!! He's been neutered and dewormed already and he's only like 10 weeks old I think. He was born Feb. 17 so you do the math. Anyway, I went out to feed him and play with him a bit and I found a hard spot on his side, near the end of his rib cage. So I thought he had a tick and it had gotten swollen and stuff. So I went to try and remove the tick and all this yucky green stuff started oozing out of him! Eeww!!!! My immediate thought was that he has an abcess. So I called the vet and the receptionist told me it was probably some type of worm--now I'm freaking out--so I asked if I could speak directly to the veterinarian and SHE told me I was right, that its an abcess, and that I should bring him in after lunch to have it lanced (double eewwww!!) and to give him some antibiotics. Great. And we're going to Tupelo tonight. So now I have to find a kitty-sitter. My life is pure chaos. But I'm glad that I have him and not someone else. You never know if someone else would be willing to take care of something like this, you know? *heavy sigh* I'll make sure I give an update later.

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