Update: It has taken all morning for me to be able to write this because I am so overcome with guilt. Last night when my husband and I went to sleep, we allowed our adopted kitten (he is 11 months old) to freely roam the house because he had shown no interest in Proteus and his covered cage.
My husband woke me early this morning holding Proteus in his hand. Proteus was dark, eyes closed, and had a slice on his left side which could have been caused either by the screen or by Loki, the kitten. He was still breathing. I ran in the living room and saw the tennis ball sized hole that Loki made.
Proteus was wrapped in warm wet soft paper towel and in his carrier. He grabbed his branch in the carrier but laid down. While my husband was calling the emergency animal clinics (it was 5 am), I was trying to get him to take a few drops of water to drink. At the same time, I was balling with tears. Not even 24 hours in our care, and a huge fuck up on our part occurred. I saw some black fur in his mouth so I know the little guy tried his best to fight back.
Proteus was rushed to an emergency clinic with an exotic vet. I stayed home because I am both sick and because of the emotional ball of mess I have been. We received word from the vet that he is ok and recovering and we can pick him up this evening. Thank the Gods, the slice in his side was only flesh-deep.
Please, please no harsh comments. No one is beating me up over this more than myself. I have planned and loved this little one for months. I promised his breeder to give him a loving home and take the best care of him. All I can think about is how in less than 24 hours I managed to fail Proteus and his breeder with my stupidity. I am eternally grateful to his vet and the clinic.
I am positive we will have antibiotics, etc. along with hourly care for awhile. The vet said his biggest concern was infection, but since his viv was brand new as is his carrier, he has a good prognosis. I am proud that my little guy stood up against Loki through it all. I feel beyond terrible and I have spent the day crying. He depends on us to love, care, and protect him, and I failed.
I will post pictures and updates after we pick him up. I am destroyed and devestated.