Edith is clearly feeling a lot better, which is such a huge relief. The notes from the vet mentioned that they had released 150cc of air from the right side of her chest and 30cc from the left. That works out to over half a cup of air in the poor cat's ribcage, which would be a lot for a fully grown human but to an eleven pound cat it must have been extraordinarily uncomfortable.
I can't help thinking that Edith must have essentially been slowly suffocating for at least a week, and it was only when it was starting to get really difficult to breathe that she gave us any indication at all that something was wrong. Stupid creature! Tell us! We want to help you!
Now she is home we have been told to keep her exercise levels low (which we have absolutely no control over, but I like the vet's optimism!), we have to monitor her breathing levels regularly through out the day and we also have to give her antibiotics every 12 hours. Oh good. It's always so much fun giving a cat a pill, isn't it? They are so co-operative and not at all likely to spit the damn thing out given half an opportunity.
Still, Edith is getting much more resistant to her twice daily doses of medicine, so I'm choosing to view this as evidence she's feeling better.
Nancy in the meantime is clearly not impressed at all with how much attention Edith's getting right now. She is always the more needy and insinuatung of the two cats, but right now she is getting really obnoxious about it! I am being as patient as possible, because I know she just wants her share of the love!