There is no doubt much news to report and comment on, but today has been occupied with Roo, our beloved kitty.
A few days ago we noticed a small wound near his tail, and then on Thursday it was a big bump. My sister is a veterinary technician, so I call her with cat questions all the time. She confirmed that it was probably an abscess -- a dangerous infection -- so poor little Roo had to go the vet this morning.
And now look at him.
Oh, the indignity.
He had surgery to clean out his wound and have a drain installed to get all the gook out of there. He's been pretty woozy since we got him home, stumbling around like a drunken monkey.
It's in some ways much more difficult to take care of a sick or injured pet than it is a human, and not just because he doesn't have health insurance. Mostly it's because you can't explain anything to them, they just think they're being tortured for no reason. I suppose it's a lot like having a baby, except pets just stay babies. They look at you and seem to ask, "Why, why?" and all you can do is pour hydrogen peroxide on their wounds and lock them in the bathroom so they don't fall off the dresser. Just like a baby.
Anyway, we're sure Roo will be fine. It's one of those times when it's a good thing I'm home all the time, I don't know how we'd deal with this if we were both working all day.
Oh, and if you buy a t-shirt or something, Roo would really appreciate it. All proceeds go toward his vet bills.
Oh, and for the curious and/or sick and twisted, here's a shot of Roo's wound with drain installed. Not for the queasy.
