I heard a loud screech coming from our mudroom the other day. Sounded like a cat fight inside the house. I run in there, and my cat is convulsing on the floor. She appeared to have her claw stuck in the carpet, and was trying to get it loose. I helped her get it loose, and pet her until she stopped seizing. I could tell she did not know who I was, or what I was doing. Once she calmed down, I could see her eyes re-focus, and she finally could recognize me. She was drooling pretty exsessively, and panting.
Luckily, I was home sick most of last week. Otherwise, I would have never seen this happen. I had her to the vet 5 minutes later. They took some blood (hers, not mine), ass raped me, and sent me home with a lot less money than I had earlier that day.
So, anyone had this happen? Seems like she might have just freaked the fuck out over having her claw stuck. Her pea brain could not comprehend it, so she freaked. Make sense?
Oh, and the "kill all cats" crew can feel free to not chime in. This cat was trained as a dog. A small, hairy, leave at home for a week with just a litter box and a full bowl of food and water, dog. She has been with me since college, and has lived in NY, Boulder, CT, and FL. She has also travelled across the county 3 times with me. Most cats, I don't like. This one is a long time friend.
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