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azurelunatic) wrote2002-02-08 12:46 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-02-08 12:46 am
(What happened...)
So it's late at night, the Viking's going out the door to leave, and Shamash streaks out. He hasn't been neutered, hasn't had his shots -- he is an exclusively house cat until that happens. Standard punishment for cat being bad: cat gets washed.
Cat does not like being washed. Cat was struggling in sink, and tears own nail off. Blood all over the place. Yowling, et cetera.
Tomcat is unceremoniously hauled into my bathroom, where claw is blotted at and the bleeding slowed down some. In a token of affectionate forgiveness, I get chomped, rather hard, leaving blood, and now swelling, oozing out from on top of the major vein on the back of my left hand. My favorite towel is spotted with cat blood. Joyous.
With the chickens, having the dead outer covering fall off a claw was no bloody big deal. Happened all the time. Greybird-ha, the hyper frantic banty rooster (think the energy level of Miles Vorkosigan on crack, trying to micromanage the Dendarii, with the native temperament of somewhere between Illyan trying to manage Miles, Duv Galeni dealing with Ivan/Miles of the London days, Galeni dealing with Mark versus the Koudelka clan, tossing in more than a touch of the Escobaran court officer sent to retrieve Enrique) shed spurs on a monthly basis. We'd stop most of the bleeding, then toss the birds back out into the chicken pen, and everything went just fine. Shamash screamed and struggled as I tried to hold him down.
There's one thing that works for a torn nail when your house is unfortunately minus proper bandages and surgical tape, and that's superglue. I heard somewhere that it was originally developed as a surgical glue, for skin grafts. I didn't fancy cleaning bloody pawprints out of the carpet, so I held the damn cat down and applied enough superglue to keep his foot from bleeding more, so it could heal on its own time.
Letting it dry. Oy gods. Holding a pained cat still, while you're in pain yourself, is no picnic.
On his way out of the bathroom, the damn cat managed to grab my brand new white ritual shawl. Anyone know how to get cat blood out of a ritual shawl, material unknown?
He's pissed at me now, and I'm pissed at him. I'm not a cat person, I think we may have established this now.
When I get back to Alaska, I will keep a Siamese fighting fish, male, and an African violet. Alaska, indoors, is the right place to grow African violets. You can't kill the damn things if you try.
Cat does not like being washed. Cat was struggling in sink, and tears own nail off. Blood all over the place. Yowling, et cetera.
Tomcat is unceremoniously hauled into my bathroom, where claw is blotted at and the bleeding slowed down some. In a token of affectionate forgiveness, I get chomped, rather hard, leaving blood, and now swelling, oozing out from on top of the major vein on the back of my left hand. My favorite towel is spotted with cat blood. Joyous.
With the chickens, having the dead outer covering fall off a claw was no bloody big deal. Happened all the time. Greybird-ha, the hyper frantic banty rooster (think the energy level of Miles Vorkosigan on crack, trying to micromanage the Dendarii, with the native temperament of somewhere between Illyan trying to manage Miles, Duv Galeni dealing with Ivan/Miles of the London days, Galeni dealing with Mark versus the Koudelka clan, tossing in more than a touch of the Escobaran court officer sent to retrieve Enrique) shed spurs on a monthly basis. We'd stop most of the bleeding, then toss the birds back out into the chicken pen, and everything went just fine. Shamash screamed and struggled as I tried to hold him down.
There's one thing that works for a torn nail when your house is unfortunately minus proper bandages and surgical tape, and that's superglue. I heard somewhere that it was originally developed as a surgical glue, for skin grafts. I didn't fancy cleaning bloody pawprints out of the carpet, so I held the damn cat down and applied enough superglue to keep his foot from bleeding more, so it could heal on its own time.
Letting it dry. Oy gods. Holding a pained cat still, while you're in pain yourself, is no picnic.
On his way out of the bathroom, the damn cat managed to grab my brand new white ritual shawl. Anyone know how to get cat blood out of a ritual shawl, material unknown?
He's pissed at me now, and I'm pissed at him. I'm not a cat person, I think we may have established this now.
When I get back to Alaska, I will keep a Siamese fighting fish, male, and an African violet. Alaska, indoors, is the right place to grow African violets. You can't kill the damn things if you try.