Mokona

Mokona hasn’t been wearing the funnel in days. He’s alright now. He’s got his old personality back. But he’s hiding from our friends when they’re coming to visit, people he’s known all his life, people he used to torture…

He was ok with wearing the protective collar for a couple of hours. After that he became incredible apathetic.. It was heartbreaking to see. I tried to activate him but he just lied in the living room. I took the collar off this morning, just for an hour and he washed himself and started to run around and play. He was very happy. But it went back on when he started to wash his wound again. He’s alright now. I’ll take the collar off more often.

We think he’s much calmer now. He’s so quiet, he hardly speak at all. We hope he’ll get some of his cockiness back. Mokona is supposed to be a cool cat! I think he’s going to find his way back after the would heals.

I hope that his wound will heal. Poor Mokona…

I found him under the kitchen table early this morning, and carried him to the bedroom. Seems like something’s not right with his eyes. If he’s not better tomorrow I’ll go back to the veterinarian. He’s still tired today, but at least he gets to keep what he eats. Robin made him ice water which Mokona loves!

I felt so sorry for Mokona this morning that I cried a little. Poor little thing. I didn’t know that a castration would be so painful. But I hope that he’ll be himself again soon. He’s awfully quiet and calm. But he almost started to chase a fly this morning.

He’s lying next to me on my desk as I write this post (see the last picture in this post) and he seems to be fine. His eyes are not as bad as earlier. He’s moving a little faster.

It was a really bad day for Mokona yesterday, the day of castration. He got the anaesthesia at 10 am and woke up the first time about three hours after the surgery, but just for a minute or so. He wanted to change his position from time to time, but he was pretty knocked out until I fell asleep at 1 am.

I think he was lying under the kitchen table rail style all night, watching out from the balcony windows. He hasn’t been speaking, but he’s been drinking and trying to eat. Everything he consumed yesterday came up again and it was yellow.