We are revelling in the recent rain because with it comes a lower temperature and a lovely cool breeze.
And that lovely cool breeze is the casue of our morning troubles... it blew the front door shut. Hard. And Fast. Eddie the 11month old catten (between a kitten and a cat) was sitting with us, on the cabinet, by the door, with his TAIL hanging down.
I think you can see where this is going....
Said door slams shut on the end of Eddie's tail!
yep blood, fur and end of tail no longer attached to cat... trip to the vet... surgery to amputate the end of his tail since it is broken, the bone is exposed and the skin and fur is pulled off (cat pulled his tail out of door)
It is all rather distressing.
We will get our dear Eddie back tomorrow with a bit less tail. ... and a lot less bank balance.
I will probably be able to see the humourous side when my adrenaline and distress settles a bit. It all happened right in front of me and the dear cat didn't even make a noise, he just pulled his tail out of the door and shuddered.
Teen 2 accompanied me t the vet with the cat box on her lap and stroking a distressed cat who just wanted to be as close to her as he could be. (there seems to be a pattern here... me driving and injured animal to the vet, teen 2 beside me with said animal in box on her lap)
She also wins the comment of the day award. When the vet said he would need to amputate the end of Eddie's tail teen2 said, "Not his tail! That's his pride and joy!"
yep that kinda sums it all up. she is right too, it is his pride and joy. only now it will be somewhat a shorter pride and joy. Maybe he won't leave it hanging down where it can get caught, or stepped on, or be quite so inclined to swish it under the dog's nose, or wrap it around averyone and everything, or walk with it straight up in the air, or, or, or.... maybe not.