Because I thought you'd like to know:
Mady got a kitten for her birthday last July, Zack. Zack went missing this July. Mady was sad. Zack was a sweet cat.
Reagan got sick in August. I took Reagan to the vet, spent a fortune, and determined that she had low kidney function, and was down to 5 lbs. And she had flea. (Not fleas, just flea, they told me after I bought all the flea treatment stuff. One flea.) Mady and I nursed Reagan back to health-ish, and we'll give her an IV at home twice a week to keep her kidneys working for the rest of her life. I thought I was becoming a little nuts at that point.
Last week, Rosabelle turned up with a lump on her back. Another trip to the vet determined that she was bitten by another cat, it got infected, and she needed surgery. An even larger fortune, at over $300. She's home now, and I have the ever-pleasant task of giving meds., scab removal, and twisting the drain tube that sticks out of her naked-shaved back. And she wears a fashionable cone. It's a pathetic site all around. So I spent the week on scab removal duty. At that point, I knew for sure I was nuts. (Trust me, you don't want any photos of this one.)
Then, my sweetest friend (and next door neighbor) Jen, figured out there was a stray (we think) cat responsible for Rosabelle's bite, and for a ton of other cat fights occuring in our yards lately. Sweet Jen rented a cat trap from the Humane Society, and after three days, we caught the pesky Black Demon, as we call it.
The Demon is on his way to the Humane Society, Rosabelle is on her way to get the drain removed, and Reagan is awaiting her next injection.
So if any of you lovely readers should encounter a cat problem, I am available for: administering kitty IV's, removing scabs, giving antibiotics, or removing unwanted pests. Your choice.
PS- Aren't you glad to know all of this?





















