Well, it’s been about 11 months since our adopted cat Scrappy last got in a fight but he’s back at the vet’s today. He apparently got into another one, and instead of turning his back and getting bit on the rump, he got bit on the face and that seems to have turned into an abscess, so he’s going to have to be anesthetized, shaved and have that drained. He’s scheduled to go in at 4 o’clock, and I can’t think of anything else. Stupid cat. He’s going to have to remain indoors for three days at least, which he isn’t going to like very much either. Perhaps I’ll try to figure out how to finally get him to use a litterbox while I have to endure his howling.

The poor guy really does not like to be put in his cat carrier either. Everytime I put him in, he nearly hyperventilates, and begins to pant horribly. It’s creepy, and scares me, I think the guys little heart is going to burst. Surprisingly though, when you let him out he settles right down, and after a moment or two of trying to hide lets you (well, me or Carmen) pick him up and will just snuggle up and purr. It’s basically claustrophobia: I wonder if he was locked inside some place long ago or abused, but he really doesn’t like to be in a closed area. I’m hoping he won’t
have to spend the night at the vet’s, he’ll feel much more comfortable when he gets home.

Oh well, I know few people probably tune in to my blog to hear about this stuff, but I’m not thinking of anything else today.