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How My Cats Spent Their Summer Vacation


by Lillian Csernica on July 5th, 2015

 

I have three cats.  Two of them have managed to get themselves wounded by one or more of the many varieties of wildlife in our neighborhood.

 

Hunter is gray and white, much like Tom of “Tom & Jerry” fame.  He’s not the smartest feline on four paws, but he is a dedicated hunter.  Unfortunately, earlier this week something got him by the tail and bit down good and hard, which resulted in an abscess.

 

CoCo is my black longhair, fluffy and silky and quite the beauty.  She’s also the terror of the lizards, moles, gophers, smaller rodents, and even the birds.  She’ll catch some hapless critter, bring it to the front door mat, then lounge around playing with her prize until she decides to eat it.  I don’t know what she tangled with yesterday, but by late evening her right cheek had swollen to the point where she could hardly see out of that eye.  Tomorrow she goes to the vet.  The abscess will be drained, the vet may or may not put a tube in, and CoCo will probably come home wearing a protective device that she will despise.

UPDATE:  CoCo managed to puncture the abscess, resulting in a serious mess.  Chris just loaded her up to take her to the emergency vet.  We have to get her cleaned up and dosed with antibiotics before the problem gets any worse.  Poor kitty!

 

At the moment Hunter is still wearing that very device, what the veterinarians call an “Elizabethan collar.”  Thanks to the movie UP, that device is commonly referred to as the “Cone of Shame.”  The purpose of the device is to keep a cat from worrying at its wound so it can heal.  My other two cats have been giving Hunter strange looks and avoiding him.  He’s miserable.  I’ll be happy when the Cone comes off, because the poor cat will be able to groom himself properly.  Also, I won’t hear strange noises in the night as Hunter bangs into something due to the Cone making it hard for his whiskers to do their job.

My third cat, Rayas, is a torby, which means she’s a mix of tortoiseshell and tabby.  She doesn’t go outside as often as Hunter and Coco do.  When she does, nothing and nobody messes with her.  She’s on the small side.  Even so, I’ve seen her run off dogs and foxes.

Hunter wants to be Rayas when he grows up.  Unfortunately, Hunter is an idiot.  He chases deer.  I don’t know what he thinks he’s going to do with one if he ever catches it.

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