Friday, 12 February 2010
The cat sat on the mat
They look innocent, don't they? So why is it that they choose to go wrong at critical times? A couple of days ago, Minuit (the one on the left) came in with a hurt shoulder, first thing in the morning. You couldn't touch any part of his leg or side without him yowling or hissing. Not like him at all. Off to the vet.
"Yowl Yowl Yowl Hissssss" "I'm trying to find out where it hurts" says the vet "......hmmm everywhere... and he's in shock". Verdict: a big blow to the left side - a car? a cow? An X-ray shows no breakage. "Make sure he can still pee and crap OK", says the vet, so he's given some anti-inflammatories and sent to stay at the cattery, where he can be kept under scrutiny. He goes out all the time so observing bowel movements any other way is just impossible.
So on Wednesday morning he goes to the cattery. Wednesday... nothing. Thursday.... nothing. What is it with cats? Thursday evening phone call to the vet. "You had an appointment for Friday afternoon, but bring him in in the morning, just in case." Friday morning... result at last. Huge result in fact. The wretch.
At the vets? Pronounced fine, but a septic bite wound found on the left front leg. A fox then. A narrow squeak, one life used up, 6 to go I think.