Ever have one of those weeks where
When It Rains It Pours?
I'm beginning to believe the bumper sticker I saw the other day while out on an errand, it read:
Dogs Have Owners-Cats Have Servants
It made me giggle a bit. We have 4 cats, all rescued/adopted- our eldest is 19. (Some of you know about our older cat Pud) Pud is the gentlest giant I have ever known. He has been ill for 3 years and we (I) continue to stick him with his needle as he receives his Sub Q's every other day. (if you aren't a cat lover this could be a pretty boring post for you :P) If you like slight gore, then read on! :-D
He did something pretty uncharacteristic the other day, Sunday evening to be specific. He bit me. He bit down hard; he went deep into the fleshy part of my left lower and outer hand/thumb area. It stunned me. I ran to the bathroom to run cold water over the puncture marks. I had to catch my breath, that's how much it hurt. Mostly, I was surprised at how long he held on to my hand. Okay, I know it was a matter of seconds. (It felt timeless)
Some of you know he's Maine Coon and has tons of hair He doesn't groom himself much since his illness; it's just not in him. His priorities are food, sleep, water, milk, tuna, (other yummy treats I sneak him) and finding a warm human body and a soft hand. He has put up with being poked with that huge cocktail size needle for 3 years now. (We are in our 3rd year) He only allows me to poke him. He does not ever allow anyone to brush him. We can never figure out why, as he loves LOVES to be pet, stroked, smooched, cuddled, touched in any human way. He is an extension of our family. But when he sees a brush he starts growling.
Lately I've had to do a lot of "pruning" into the under layers of his thick hair to remove huge knots. These knots pull on his skin, so I've been liberating him with shears. It looks as though he's become an odd sculpted sort of cat-bush. (not a very attractive one) poor little dude!
Sunday I thought if I do it gently, if I talk to him and pet his face with my left hand....yeah right, I could brush him slowly. He bit down so hard so fast it was comical. (in the sense that I am still his servant and have not learned that he is always my master...) I will chalk this up to one of my stupid-human tricks because I actually knew better than to try to brush him (I can also bend my legs almost fully backwards, I swear I can!)<---nothing to do with cats, just a random fact about me...
Since the bite occurred I've had 2 visits with my primary doctor.
Cat owners heed this warning, a deep cat bite that punctures is never to be taken lightly, go get it checked out and properly treated.
I was bit on Sunday eve, saw the doc Monday afternoon, and already had a red streak moving up my arm. My thumb was so fat and filled and abscessed it was not easy to move, (and it hurt).
My doc had me return for a check this morning and I'll go back in 2 days. I'm on a strong anti-biotic, and if I had waited, or not taken to this anti-biotic I would have run to the nearest ER for a drip (stronger antibiotics I assume?) not coffee (get it? drip?)
Cats teeth can puncture deep into your flesh, and the saliva that rolls off is full of very nasty bacteria. The wound covers pretty fast (being a small puncture wound) and allows all of that lovely bacteria to start working. (...doesn't matter if you keep your cats teeth cleaned by your vets, their mouths are full of bacteria.period.)
Here's a pic from the other day...it's kind of nasty, then again, my hands are pretty ugly being a smither and all...the ink outline is courtesy of my doctor, I wish they'd let me do it, a whole area was mis-drawn. (It really bugged me...) then I let it go.
Did you feel that inner pain I just felt writing that sentence? (Fellow artisans you know what I'm talking about here...)
(I'm thinking once it goes down and just looks grubby, I can get the go ahead to start back in my studio)
My shops are open, my smaller items which I usually make when ordered are not currently listed, but hey, my larger more lovely pieces ready to ship are!!! :-)
We have another situation with our cat Bart. That's a story for another day. (He is wreaking havoc with the neighbors, leaving gifts behind of the headless type and they are not thankful, nor think it's cute in the least...) He's upstairs sleeping - on restriction...
This is Bart, he's little, and he's a hunter...