Tuesday, 30 January
My poor cat got out of jail today, but it sure wasn't free. And he's on pretty tight home surveillance, complete with this charming "e-collar" that disorients him and makes it a challenge to do anything besides purr (you know, basic things, like eating and walking). The vet assures me that since his wound and abcess were on his face, he WON the fight (the loser gets an abcess on his hindquarters--and note the pronouns here are all MALE). But, like PNWBuckeye, I don't think he feels like he won much. I do have a supply of kitty painkiller, meloxicam, if you run out of morphine.