So I'm supposed to be taking care of my brother's cat. And he used to be an outside cat, but I was all paranoid about letting him outside here because I was afraid he would go searching for his family, or run out into the busy street and die. And I'm supposed to be _taking care_ of this cat.Nevertheless, he escaped a few times and kept coming back after a day or two, so I began to relax somewhat about his little walkabouts. I even started taking pictures of his funny reverse-skunk look he'd get from sleeping in the engines of cars.
And then a few days ago he came home looking like this. That's dried blood. That's not funny. Of course he showed up at 11pm looking like this. Not acting sad or sick or anything. Just with a swagger that really said, "You should see the other guy." Under all the dried blood it was hard to see if it was a bite or a scratch, so in the morning I called my sister-in-law and explained the situation. She came over to assess. Evidently he's a bit of a scrapper and has come home looking worse than this (oh dear) in the past, but she agreed we should take him to the vet to make sure he's caught up on rabies shots.The long and the short of it - he's fine. He's done with his short course of antibiotics. His eye is looking much better, though still not great. And although he complained about it, he was getting pretty good at taking those pills. I think the treats before and after worked.
