Sunday being chicken day, the boys were beside themselves, fawning all over our guests & everyone else ~ as they do. It was worse than usual on Sunday because the girls had gone overseas to the morning service & it was Dearest who broke up the chicken. Dearest does not hoard scraps to sate the boys the way Ditz always does. Dearest does not spoil the boys the way their alpha females do. In point of fact there was quite a lot of chicken left over when Dino came home from cricket & being the half starved man that he is he promptly reheated all the leftovers. Unfortunately he left his scraps on his plate instead of disposing of them & before I discovered this Kirby had discovered them! He thought all his Sundays had come at once!
Now I have kept cats all my life & I certainly know better than to let any cat have cooked chicken bones. The boys think I'm mean but I am always careful to dispose of the scraps where the boys can't get at them ~ & Kirby certainly knows this. He was in a hurry to scoff every last scrap before he was discovered & threatened with annihilation. In his greed & hurry he tried scoffing this...
Yep. That's the wishbone. It wedged halfway down his gullet on a Sunday evening on the island! We spent a disturbed night listening to our cat hawk & cough & spit in his effort to spit this back up. First thing Monday morning I rang the vet & rounded Kirby up. He was not a happy boy but it was Marlow who became psychotic in his distress & fell apart completely when I lugged Kirby out to the car, in the carrier, & disappeared with Ditz & him.
Four hours later & considerably lighter in the wallet I lugged him back home again. In his relief at getting everyone back together again Marlow curled up with a drugged Kirby in my chair. I know I have one very relieved & happy Kirby because I was woken this morning by a whiskery face being pushed into mine, a wet nose pushed into mine & catty kisses. I had to duck for cover so Kirby sat on my head instead & purred.