So it was incredibly busy of course, with a relief vet who couldn't do his own paperwork. I came on in the middle of a bloat surgery, with another surgery in the rack to be done. During the bloat sx, animal control brought in one of the most disturbing cases I've ever seen.
Little fat grey cat, quiet and nice. Erin (the animal control officer) told me what happened. The neighbors had called the police, thinking the guy was beating his girlfriend. When the police arrived, the found the guy beating the hell out of this poor cat. According to Erin, the room all this happened in was destroyed, stuff smashed up everywhere. The guy broke a full size wooden unbrella into three pieces beating this cat with it. Erin found the cat with six inch screwdriver stuck 5 inches into its side. The screwdriver came out when she transported the cat into the hospital. I found another puncture where the cat had been stabbed as well. So this creep stabbed the cat, pulled the screwdriver out, and stabbed it again. People are so disgusting. Not to mention the lumps and bumps all over this cat from the beating with umbrella. Poor kitty was so sore, too.
The lovely creature that inflicted this torture upon the kitty told the police that he was "disciplining" the cat for not using the litterbox. He told them this is how he always disciplines the cat.
The cat (Kiwi, its name is) did remarkably well. We gave it pain meds, started an IV, took x-rays, and ran bloodwork. The cat was saved by its fat.
The creep owner is in jail. Erin said he looked like he could be in a boy band, maybe 23 years old. I once briefly dated a guy with the same name. Hoping (and pretty sure) that it's not the same guy. Mexican names are oft repeated in OC.
If anyone needed another example as to why I hate people.
Work just never slowed down last night. People kept coming in last night, and everyone was different, and had their issues. The surgery dog crashed, and we had to do CPR on it (CPR on a large akita is quite the workout)but it died anyway. The owners had waited two hours between onset of symptoms and bringing it in, so the prognosis was grave from beginning.
I ended up leaving at about 9:30 this morning. We never even got close to catching up, and the place was still a disaster when I left. I was pissed off, too. I was totally sick last night, shouldn't have been there in the first place, but I at least get my stuff finished before I go, Katrina leaves on time, regardless of what is done, because she has to get to church. Grr. I found after I clocked out and walked outside to smoke with Joe that she hadn't gone through patient rounds, which is a bad thing. You have to go through rounds. One more Saturday with the dingbat.
I have to come in tonight if it's busy. I feel like crap. No one is even available to cover for Sunday grave. Ack.