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By briantologist | November 22, 2004
Erin’s detailed this on her own, but it’s worth mentioning again that our blessed old crusty cat Sal has managed to get himself so severe and monstrous a neck wound that he now requires twice-daily bouts of scrubbing with peroxide and a Q-Tip (inside the wound and WAY UP UNDER THE SKIN, just so we’re clear), followed by a semi-subcutaneous injection of antibacterial ointment, followed by a dose of oral antibiotics, which judging by Sal’s reaction are way, way, way worse than having Q-Tips jammed up underneath his fucking skin.
Oh yeah, and he can’t go outside, thanks to this hideous wound he got in some goddamn scrap with some goddamn animal, and of course he’s deeply unhappy about this, as he DESPERATELY needs to get right the fuck back out there so he can get hideously wounded again, forcing us to take him to the vet again and drop $160 we don’t have on him again. Sal expresses his unhappiness by yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and yowling and then when he’s done, just for good measure, he yowls some too. At this rate he’s gonna be goddamn lucky if I’m not responsible for his next gaping neck wound (“These bite marks don’t look like they came from another cat …”).
Fortunately I’m spending the entire week at the coffee shop writing course descriptions for our local Vo-Tech school. As yet, no one is yowling here. I suspect it’s only a matter of time, though.
Topics: Laments | 6 Comments »
November 22nd, 2004 at 4:25 pm
The Cheat says… well nothing at all. He just felt the need to see his name in print. Good times.
Also, tell me more about this Vo-Tech school thing… I like the sound of it.
November 22nd, 2004 at 4:27 pm
For real. Sal is killing me.
November 22nd, 2004 at 4:36 pm
I’m so glad I wasn’t around for that.
I’m not good with incessant yowling or stinky wounds.
November 23rd, 2004 at 1:50 pm
Next time I get a neck wound, I’m calling you guys.
November 23rd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
Dude, seriously, I’m not flexing nuts, but I think I might be an expert at neck wound swabbing by now.
November 24th, 2004 at 8:25 am
Hey, it could be worse, our young stupid dog ate a half bottle of our old stupid dog’s pills and almost died… I WISH that’d only cost $160, but regardless, I’m very glad that our young stupid dog is neither dead nor blind (although her zombie dog week of blood-filled eyes made us a little concerned about the latter). On the plus side, no wound-swabbing! I guess you have to take your silver lining where you can find it…