Last week I woke up to find the balloon we had attached to Emory’s stroller deflated. The string sat lifelessly on the floor behind it. At the end of the string, trailing behind it like a dead fish, were the remains from a yellow balloon. I got a closer look and noticed that a great deal of the balloon was missing. The knot was still intact, and there were some pieces shooting off of it, but otherwise nothing.
I immediately panicked. The section of my brain devoted to freaking out over what Murray may have eaten entered “Level: Imminent Threat”. I’m not sure what used to occupy this section of my brain, but it was evicted the moment I met Murray.
Murray (or someone) had eaten the top of Em’s yellow balloon.
If you google something similar to “my cat ate a balloon”, you will find precisely what you might assume: that your cat has 24-hours to live and if you don’t bring he or she to the vet immediately, he or she will die a slow and horribly painful death.
The section devoted to Murray exploded into “LEVEL: ABSOLUTELY, THIS CAT IS GOING TO DIE.”
I told Toby, who immediately began wondering if we could afford another trip to a Brooklyn ER. Of course, we’d figure out a way. As long as Murray is alive and under our care, we’ll figure out a way to make sure he’s alive and healthy. The problem isn’t the money (although, it has caused a tiny bit of marital tension when I have to whip out the AmEx Card), the problem is I’m not sure how many more trips to the ER Murray’s little heart can handle. No joke.
I sent out a few email. I called a few people. Finally, Lisa from Empty Cages Collective —the same person who bottle-fed Murray from the day he was knee-high to a grasshopper—calmed me down. Murray wasn’t going to die in 24-hours. She told me to up his fiber, make sure he gets several small meals over the next few days to get his GI track moving, and start Poop Watch.
Several other folks also suggested that a deflated balloon remnant was something passable.
I relaxed a bit. And started giving him fiber. Tucker too.
That was a week ago.
Well, the good news is, Murray seems fine. He’s eating, pooping, peeing, and then eating some more. The bad news is, I have yet to see any yellow balloon pieces. So, I’m not sure what to do or how to proceed. Neither he nor Tucker have actually thrown up. (Tucker did dry-heave one afternoon, causing Toby Joe to suggest that we may have the wrong suspect in custody.)
All of this just to say that if anyone reading this has ever had any experiences with cats eating balloons, please kindly share them with me now.
I hope they aren’t terrible.