8 hours ago
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Ok, so I've been fighting again.
This time, I copped a nasty bite just above my left eye. The bite wound was invisible under my furs, so Nick and Kate didn't know it was infected until my face puffed up a few days later (you can kind of see that in the first shot of me in the prison box, my left eye is all squished up).
So it was a rare trip to the v-e-t for me. Luckily, this is only a five-minute car ride down the hill to the city. I wouldn't let Kate take any pictures of me in the v-e-t surgery... some things are best left private. And it was very gross, anyway. All that needs to be said is that I came out with a heap of my face furs shaved off and some antibiotics that Kate has to give me every day for a while.
I'm ok now, it's probably worse than it looks. I just have to suffer the shame of having shaved furs on my face for a month or so. Does it make me look tough? Maybe I need to wear a t-shirt that says 'You should see the other cat...'. Daisy or Skeezix, do you have one of those?