Kitty Kat Got Kut

I almost fainted the other day.  No, no.  It wasn’t because I found out that Michael Bolton is coming to town this month.

Bolton is looking ill.  And I don’t mean “ill” in the colloquial sense.  He’s starting to look like someone I remember from my youth.

Anyway…back to the story.

I almost fainted, because I happened upon the horror movie that was a gigantic wound in my cat’s side.

Snoopers has always been a bit of a scrapper, but has never been a successful scrapper.  Before we moved to a house with a fenced yard he used to roam the neighborhood picking fights and promptly losing them.  I got in the habit of checking him over frequently while I was petting him to make sure he didn’t have any abscesses that were plotting to raise his temperature and dampen his spirits.  Periodically, our other cat, Robocop will jump snoopers and give him a few little nicks but they’re usually pretty superficial.

I found a few small cuts on Snoopers head and neck on Friday morning and didn’t think much of them.  I assumed he and Robo had a lover’s quarrel.  Then at the end of the day, just as I was booting Snoopers off my lap so I could go get Littleton from daycare, BAM!!! I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as my finger slipped into something warm, wet, and wholly unsexy. I steeled myself and spread his fur away from the offensive spot and saw a huge gash in his skin.  Now, my mind is probably making it larger than it was, but man…it seemed big.  From my brief inspection, it looked like it went right through all his skin and fat right down to muscle.  Blurrrrrrrgh.  That’s when my head started swimming.   Anyway…long story short, I didn’t faint or puke. I managed to pull it together and whisk him off to the vet.  They kept him overnight and sewed him up in the morning.

The vet sent him home with stitches and a drain in his side, some antibiotics and of course, a cone of shame.  All for the low, low cost of $500.

Without further ado, here are some pics of Snoopers in all his stitched-up Franken-glory, just in time for Halloween.

Cone of shame.

The drain is the grossest part.  It’s a flexible rubber tube, but that can’t be comfortable.

Gyah.

I still have no clue what could have caused such damage.  Maybe the fight was over a girl?  Oh wait, no.  He’s neutered.  Someone should do the world a favour and neuter these scrapping dudes too.

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