quotes: (not from books)
Transvestite: a guy who likes to eat, drink and be Mary (author unknown)
My mind works like lightning, one brilliant flash and it is gone (Maxine)
My idea of a Super bowl is a toilet that cleans itself (Maxine)
Definition of a teenager: God's punishment for enjoying sex
As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.
Angel had a few "off" days recently, I watched him closely, but didn't go racing off to the vet, mostly because man-handling him into the carrier is a job I'd rather not do if it isn't necessary.
He was lethargic, reluctant to move and ducking away when I tried to pat him. Off his food too. So I kept an eye on him, sat beside him and spoke to him a lot.
He had no fever, or at least no obvious fever, no bad smell, and his eyes were clear and bright still.
After a couple of days, he came to me for pats and cuddles which I gave him very carefully as he was still flinching when I touched his ribs and his right shoulder. One more day and I was able to gently feel around on that shoulder and discovered something embedded in the soft area between neck and shoulder, just above the bone. It was beginning to work its way out, so I nudged it with my thumb a couple of times, then he raced off.
A clear message to me to leave it alone.
This continued for a couple of days, then when I was nudging the embedded 'something', I noticed it was out far enough for me to get a good grip and yank it out. I told Angel what I was about to do, told him it would hurt, but he would feel better after, then I yanked.
He lay still and let me do it!
He's such a trusting cat, he knows I wouldn't hurt him unnecessarily.
I'm not sure what I pulled out, I suspect it was a claw from another cat. Certainly it felt too soft to be a rose thorn.
Angel straight away began licking at the wound and then left it alone for a couple of days and it was fine. Seemed to be healing nicely.
Monday, I came home and found he'd been over grooming at the area, there was a space about an inch around the puncture with no hair left. I'm guessing it was at the stage where a healing wound begins to itch. There was no discharge, no smell and he was otherwise behaving normally, even getting between me and my keyboard demanding belly rubs again.
So I'll just be keeping an eye on the spot to be sure it is healing.
You may be able to make out the pink of bare skin just above the shadow there. Under the strands of damp hair is the puncture wound, I didn't want to push the hair aside, Angel was already reluctant to have the camera this close.
It doesn't look inflamed at all, and he isn't in pain since I yanked out the 'something', so I think I'm safe saying all will be well.