Cat Cruelty or Feline Frailty...

Let's have a moment of silence for Sully...he misplaced his coat (Yes, he's still live!).

As we all know, I had an accident with the kitty. Sully, our cat had bad mats. I accidentally cut him with scissors, which required an all too expensive batch of sutures and an overnight stay with the vet. I picked him up tonight...he looked pathetic...looks pathetic. He might be a little embarrased, too.

You see, they asked if we would like to have him "De-matted." (For a price, of course) I think they knew they had a guaranteed customer. I mean, what was I going to say? "Nah, I want to try it again with the scissors, I don't think I will cut him again...huh? Yeah, see you again tomorrow." Yeah, it was a no brainer. I expected he would look a little blotchy, but...naked? Hmmm....

Funny thing is they left his tail, his head, and both front legs untouched.

I feel horrible! I can't believe I did such a thing! He is spending his time in our bedroom. It's warmer and he isn't supposed to go out side. If he did go outside, he would surely freeze. Then where would I be? Frozen, sliced, stitched, hairless cat...isn't it bad enough he is nearly bald? At least he still purrs. I love that cat.

Sully, Scissored and a Swift School Day.

I worked an extra hard day today. I got up about 530AM to look for job. Shortly after that I got one. A Spanish teacher at the High School. Crud, I could not go back to sleep, since I would have to leave a little after Seven AM. So, I sat there and played Space Domination on Facebook. Finally, I went to take my shower and left for work.

I got there and got the class lists and went to the classroom. No plans. I knew there were some on line, so I tried to print them. No luck, since the computer only showed a paragraph. I called the secretary and she said she would print them and I could come get them. When I got there she asked me if I knew that I would not have a class until 3rd period. That was at 945. So, I hurried home to try beat Cora to scraping the ice off her car. I did and she left for work.

I then called for the cat. I had attempted to cut some mats off the cat last night. Unfortunately, he zigged as I zagged. He gave a half-hearted meow, and I felt something not quite right. I had cut into my precious kitty with the scissors. Cora has warned me for years, and, except for a couple small snips, I have chided her for being so wrong. Last night was horrible. There was no blood, but it was obviously more than a scratch. (more like a slash.)

I took the cat in this afternoon, for his shots and his scissor wound. The vet looked at that and said, "We want to give him some sutures and keep him over night." ARGH! That means money! Still, even though Sully has not complained, nor has he bled, I feel we need to take care of him before it gets infected. Cora thought so, too. So, off he went, to surgery. I will pick him up tomorrow and kiss a big wad of money I don't have good bye.

If you are unfamiliar with Sully, he is the most laid back cat I have ever seen. You can hold him in any position. You can give him a bath and all he does is complain verbally. I have picked him up by almost every limb(gently), including his tail, and all he does is wait to be petted.

I went to work at 945AM and arrived just in time. Then, after a LONGGGGGG day speaking poor Spanish, I packed my bag at 130PM and went home to round up the cat. Yes, that was an extremely short day. It is one of those rare things that I am sure all subs live for. Short day, full pay!

Apart from the cat debacle, it wasn't a bad day.