Here is the story of Hugo, our fluffy
grey pussy cat. He has been boating with us since we got him as a kitten in
2004, and he is very active for a thirteen year old cat. He runs very fast and
enjoys the outdoor life. His usual pattern is to lie on our bed all day, sit on
our laps in the evening, and go out at night.
He is usually asleep on our dinette by the time we get up in the
morning. He is very playful, often ambushing us as we walk near the boat. He
knows when we are changing the strings on one of the instruments and he comes
to watch as he loves to play with the discarded strings. He is also fascinated
by the printer when it is producing copies.
Hugo and the
guitar string
Outside the
window looking in
Apart from his annual inoculations, we
have only had to take him to the vets once, when he had a run-in with a fox
just north of Leicester.
On 18th January we had a
very high wind, and the rear doors of the boat were banging shut and then
opening again in the gale. James got up
at around 4am to go and fix bungees on the doors to stop them swinging. As he
walked to the stern from our bedroom in the bows, he noticed that Hugo wasn’t
on the dinette, so he guessed he must be outside somewhere.
The he discovered that Hugo was lying
in an unusual place, in front of the fridge. Sadly, by then, James had trodden
on him. Hugo must have been asleep,
because he didn’t make a sound. He just got up and tried to jump onto the
dinette seat. James helped him up, sorted out the rear doors, and went back to
bed.
In the morning, Hugo was just where
James had left him, and he meowed pathetically.
We took him to the vets, where they x-rayed him and found he had four
broken bones in what we would call his leg, but it is really his foot. They
bound his foot with a bandage and a splint, in the hope that it would heal in
about six weeks.
Hugo with his
first bandage
Thus began a weekly ritual of taking
him to the vets in his carrying basket.
The basket is very heavy with him inside, so we would put him in a
wheelbarrow for the journey from the boat to the car, and then drive him to the
vets to have his bandage changed. The bandages came in various colours – green,
blue, camouflage, and one with paw prints on it. Each time we went he had to be sedated for
them to change the bandage without him struggling.
With bandage
number 3
He spent some
time in the office
Then he
plugged himself in :-)
Bandage
number 4
Bandage
number 5
Then came the day when we took him to
have his final bandage removed, and the leg x-rayed again.
The devastating news was that, even
after six weeks, the bones had not lined up properly. We were given four choices.
1)
We
could continue for a further six weeks in the hope that the bones would form a
bond and set.
2)
We
could have his leg amputated
3)
We
could have him put down
4)
He
could have an operation to have the bones pinned in place.
The six week
x-ray
We didn’t think a further six weeks
would get the bones to join. We are fond of our pussy cat and didn’t want him
put down. We were concerned about having a three-legged cat on a boat, so we
opted for the fourth alternative, which, in hindsight, we should have had done
at the outset.
So a few days later, on 8th
March, he went in for an operation. We collected him the next day, and the vet
was very pleased with how the procedure had gone. He had taken some bone from
Hugo’s pelvis and put it in his foot to encourage the calcification. This left
a large bare patch on his upper leg and back. He had inserted four rods to connect the
bones, and he said Hugo should be fine in six weeks. There was a bandage to cover the wounds, and
that was removed the following week.
After the
operation
The x-ray
after the operation
With no further bandages, Hugo had to
wear a cone-shaped collar to stop him worrying the operation scars. He hated that collar and was almost in a
panic for the first 24 hours. Now he has
got used to it, and doesn’t seem to mind when we put it on him. We have to remove it for him to feed, but
then we have to watch him carefully to make sure he doesn’t have a go at his
foot.
The collar
He is now running around, wanting to play games, and he is very hungry. We think that he was eating more mice than we had
realised before, but now that he is still shut in, he needs more cat food. Hopefully when the vet next sees him on 20th
April he will be given the all clear, and we can let him out.
We were originally planning to leave
on Easter Monday 2nd April.
Our revise departure date is now Monday 30th April.
Next: plans are further changed by
unexpected events. What are the route
choices?