Puddings & Toyboys

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Bruising, bleeding, chasing & a temporary truce

Cagney has hurt his foot again.

Cagney holding up right foot

Cagney holding up right foot

Yesterday I noticed that he was holding his right foot up.  He was limping too.  This has happened before & I think it is because his long toenails get caught in something.  I continued to observe him & was concerned enough to remove the swing from the Manor & put some padding on the bottom in case he should fall.

He seemed fine in himself & was getting about.  He even sat in Phinny’s cage for a little while but as the day progressed he seemed to get a little worse.  He had difficulty turning on the perch & could not be bothered to go all the way down to his seed pot.  Naturally, I held the seed pot up to him.  I decided that a vet visit was in order, if only to confirm it was a simple sprain & nothing sinister.

Today, Cagney visited the vet.

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Another Toegate

Yes, there has been another toe incident.  Who was the victim?  Phineas.  Again.

Who was the perpetrator?  The jury is still out on that one.  All I can say is that Phinny runs around a lot on top of the ferplast & dangles his toes through the cage bars a lot.  This must appear tempting to whoever is underneath.  In this case, I suspect either Cagney or Thomas.

Though the wound looked quite red, Phinny recovered quickly & spent a little time afterwards cleaning it up himself.

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Update on Cagney’s foot

The 3 amigos on the sisal rope perch

I am aware that I have not given an update on Cagney’s dodgy foot.  I am pleased to report that all is well.  His dodgy left foot is now completely fine & the pressure sore on his right foot has gone.  I did try putting savlon on his sore but the attempts were pretty feeble so I can only assume that his healing was down to “time”.   It certainly did not take as long as the last time so although there was a problem it was not as severe.

So, why does he keep injuring his foot?

The only thing I can think of is a combination of him having too-long toenails & getting a too-long toenail caught in a loop on the sisal rope perch.  I prefer the sisal rope perches to the cotton rope perches as I believe they can easily tear the sisal rope but not the cotton, so even if they do get caught, they can bite their way free.

In fact, Cagney can often be found chewing the sisal rope perch.  Bezukhov joins in.  Sometimes, I join the two of them & we three spend a quiet evening pulling at the strands on the perch.

In the meantime, I do believe Cagney has been keeping his toenails shorter.  Fingers crossed he keeps them down & does not injure his foot again.

Hopalong Cagney

Cagney holding his right foot up slightly

Yesterday morning, when I woke Atilla & the toyboys up, I was alarmed to see Cagney stumbling about.

When I stopped to observe him, I could see he was struggling to put weight on his right leg.  It did not look red or swollen.  However, he was not able to stretch his left wing out as that would mean having to balance on his right leg to allow his left leg to stretch out behind him. When walking along the perch he limped.

He seemed in good spirits though.  Atilla was still “in bed” (on the bedtime swing) & in fact, got up much later than usual but Cagney still managed to supply her with breakfast in bed…. several times.  When she finally got up, Cagney managed to persuade her to partake in some hanky-panky, so his dodgy leg was clearly not holding him back in that department.

By chance, I was not able to let them out for a fly during the day which I think was a good thing as it gave Cagney a chance to rest his leg.  Whenever sat still on the perch (not that often, to be honest….) he would hold his right foot up. 

Hanky-panky still possible

Early evening, they were let out & Cagney had a good fly around as usual.  He seemed to be landing without any problems, but was still holding his foot up & limping when walking along.  When he sat on my finger, I could feel him resting his right foot lightly on my finger.  It certainly was not gripping tightly like his left foot.  More rest needed, I thought.

An early night was in order, so I locked them up fairly early.  At one point, when I came out the kitchen, Cagney was on the platform perch, looking at me with a pleading & slightly panicky look in his eyes. I opened up the Manor door & he came out & did about 8 or 9 mad laps of the room & went back in again.  Clearly, he was not quite ready to be locked up for bed.

Dodgy right foot

To me, it looks like Cagney has fallen or landed awkwardly on his foot & has sprained it.  Something similar happened to Raspy & after a few days she was fine.  Hopefully Cagney will be back to normal soon.



Raspy 1, Atilla 0

Being sisters, the girls do have a strong bond.  They are however, quite competitive with each other & neither will take any nonsense from the other.  

My foot hurts...

Now that Atilla has her new party trick, I suspect also that Raspy is a little jealous.  Atilla holds her nerve well when exploring t-shirts & jumpers.  Raspy is far more tentative in her sleeve explorations & has not yet gone as far as Atilla, though judging by her efforts, I doubt it will be long before she catches up.

Butter wouldn't melt...

The other day, Atilla was in my sleeve & Raspy came to the perch where it was all happening & unfortunately, before I had a chance to move away, she grabbed at Atilla’s gradually disappearing foot.  Atilla gave quite a yelp, backed out my sleeve & limped across the top of the Ferplast to a place where she could safely investigate her foot.  After that, she retired to the Manor & kept her foot tucked up underneath her for awhile.  I did not see any blood & am happy to say that after an hour or so, she was back to normal.

The day after, Atilla was having another rummage in my sleeve whilst Raspy was chewing my other sleeve.  Atilla then made her way down the inside of my t-shirt & I’m afraid to say that Raspy jumped on her sister as she emerged from the bottom.  I do not think that even that incident dampened Atilla’s pleasure at having successfully negotiated the dark, armpit bend once again.