So on Saturday, Dave and I were chillin' upstairs in our room and the boys were downstairs. The kitten comes flying into our room and leaps onto Dave. Then it goes spinning off into the hallway.
Me: He's too crazy to be called Jedi. Aren't Jedi's mellow? Or angry?
Dave: Yea. We should name him something like Midnight or Ebony.
Me: But he's not all black. He's black and white, like an Oreo cookie.
We looked at each other and laughed. Of course! So we told the boys we were naming him Oreo instead of Jedi. They were playing video games and so, mindlessly, agreed.
About 10p that night, with the boys sleeping blissfully in their rooms, we were watching a movie. Resident Evil - Extinction. The cat came to pounce/lay on us as usual and I noticed some stuff in the fur around his bum.
Me: Dave, I keep seeing this stuff around his butt. At first, I thought it was kitty litter, but now I'm not so sure. Do you think he has worms?
D: Didn't they check that at his free vet visit?
Me: You'd think they would, but I'm not so sure. Come look at his butt. [D shutting off the computer]
D comes over and lifts his tail and there's this white thing wiggling out of his anus.
D: Um, yeah - I'd say he has worms.
Dave turns computer back on and after a little research and a call to the 24 hour vet, we confirm that Oreo has tapeworms. That is so nasty!!
We watched the last hour of the movie and discussed our options. We could take him to the vet on Tuesday (because today's a holiday, remember), we could take him back to the pound on Sunday and hope there's a vet there, or we could spend way too much and take him to the 24 hour vet now!
Well in that last hour of movie, the worms were coming out of him like gangbusters, so it was really a no-brainer. I mean, I've never seen anything like it - we were seeing live white wiggly worms coming out of our cat every 15 seconds! And riddle me this - why do the worms come out? I mean, they're in the body getting a free meal - why leave?
I packed him up and took him in to the 24 hr people. As we're putting him into the box, Dave says, "Who knew the creamy center of an Oreo was really just tapeworms?" Then he says, "Hey! You should take the leftover rice [from our Chinese food dinner] and tell the vet, 'Yea, just look at all the stuff we got out of him!'"
Dave's a funny guy.
We were sooooo grossed out! We were both super itchy all night. I have long hair and I had to go tie it up because every time it brushed against me, I'd freak out. The only reason that sweet little cat is still here at all is because tapeworms are one of the few wormy parasites that is very hard (nearly impossible) to transfer to humans.
No. That's not the only reason it's still here. But, seriously - ewwwwww! I wanted to hose down the whole house! I wanted to wake the kids and hose them down, too. I've washed every piece of bedding we own and I won't let Trevor clean out the cat box for a few days until the dead worms have all passed (as per vet's instructions). (By the way, Trev's been cleaning out the cat box, nearly every day without being asked! He's a good kid. We have a separate small, lidded and lined trash can that we keep in the garage. It's specifically for litter box cleaning. And I make him wash his hands for a full 60 seconds after he cleans the box.)
The vet gave the cat a pill and said he'd be fine in a few days. Before that, whenever we tried to give Oreo belly rubs, he'd attack our hands. We were a little sad, because our old cat used to love belly rubs! Now, since he's been treated, Oreo likes belly rubs too. Poor little guy!
Sunday, when we were having dinner with the in-laws, we told them how we'd renamed the cat Oreo. Dave leaned over to me and whispered, "We should've named him Pez."
Still itchy, Ruth!