Had to take Elijah, my 22 pound cat, to the vet yesterday afternoon. I found a lump on his neck on Wednesday night, and when he jumped off of my lap, it burst. I think he must have scratched it open 'cause it was probably itching. The vet asked me if he ever went out 'cause she thought it was a bite. But he only ventures outside when I go out. She kept him overnight and was going to put a drain in and put him on antibiotics. This should also help his sinus problem. Oh joy, giving this cat a pill is a problem. She told me, "Well, you're retired, bring him by every day and we'll do it. You don't have anything else to do!" Then she laughed. She is a great vet and only 3 miles from my house, right down the road from Dad. I might take her up on that. Anyhow, I just called and I can go get him this morning. There have been a plethora of kittens dropped around here. The vet has 5 that someone found, plus two more a couple of weeks ago. Then as I was leaving there was a guy there with the cutest little orange fellow. It was on their porch, in a box, written on top was "Please take care of me". How sad. He and his wife already feed about 25 cats. Maybe the person knew that. Also, someone else found kittens in a box with a frozen pork chop????? WTH.
Gotta go get my boy.
I hear ya, my friend. AMEN to that.
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