Twelve year old Missy Two Shoes was viciously attacked last weekend. She is none to happy about losing the ability to blink her right eye after receiving a direct puncture wound to the head between her right side ear and eye.
The carnage ensued on the backyard deck. I heard the mishap and ran to the rescue of my kitty cat. MEOW! I clapped my hands in fright and screamed in delight when the multi-coloured striped feline assailant fled from sight! Poor Missy Two Shoes would not let me come near, content to perch wide eyed atop of the railing. Now, let me tell you this…
I phoned my Mom and Dad to see about borrowing a car and they drove down as they live but a few blocks away. I comforted Missy while Mom spoke on the phone leaving my number with the answering service for the next *on call vet to return our call. I then noticed the mountains of ghastly fluff all over the deck and sadly it was mostly poor Missy Two Shoes’ grey fur. She wasn’t blinking her right eyelid but her third eyelid sure was. I carried her inside to inspect the rest of her body.
She suffered major scratching to her belly and side and a few other minor dispersed scratches.
The vet called back shortly; saying to wash the wounds with warm soapy water and trim any fur from around it to avoid infection and to bring her in on Tuesday as it was a long weekend here in New Brunswick. I could have brought her in that night however her wounds were not life threatening and she was eating, drinking and purring albeit not quite herself.
I washed her wounds and the puncture began bleeding just, a little bit. The next day the puncture wound had scabbed over and beneath the scab a good sized boil had formed. I washed the wound again gently removing the scab to drain the puss and boy did it ooze olive green!
At the vet on Tuesday afternoon he checked her over, gave her a shot of slow release antibiotics and fed her some minuscule little white pills to aid in repairing the nerve damage above her eye. He said she looked good weighing in at 14lbs! She’s a big kitty! I always find it funny that Missy will not walk into her carrier without being tricked into it. And then at the vet when you take her out she damn well wants back in that carrier immediately.
During the last week I’ve been cleaning that scabbed over for the second time wound all the while watching the furless bump grow into a small grape, and being unable to remove the scab to drain it without hurting her, I just left it in place until it would come off on it’s own.
Well, last night, I sat her on the kitchen table to clean the wound and lightly touched the scab and it blew off into outerspace followed by a green brownish slime landing plop on the floor. Power Pus! I cried “OMG your brains are leaking out of your head!” She sat unable to move, mesmerized likely by the stench of the goo trailing down the side of her furry face. I said “Don’t you run away!” Hoping her amazement would last another 5 seconds until I raced back to her from the sink with a damp cloth to clean her and then the floor up.
Was she ever angry as the realization set in that her brains blew out all over and down the right side of her face. I was thankful she couldn’t blink that right eye for a mere moment as goo was hanging on to her eyelashes. Then the blood came. I didn’t even squeeze or scratch it… it just oozed on it’s own. She wiggled away from me running upstairs to the bedrooms. I ran behind her hoping she’d enter my room and not one of the rental bedrooms, with another wet cloth in hand.
The Happy Ending
She is beginning to move her eyelid (now that pressure is gone) and the wound, albeit bald and covered in dried blood has not turned into another pustule. She’s a happy kitty!
* living in a smaller city means there is no 24 hour drop-in vet clinic
The cat illustration entitled The Ball is Under Controlwas created by me and is available in my art shop