I saw the sick kitty, now renamed Rosie Ross Jigsaw, yesterday and I’m delighted to report that he’s almost better. The 6 inch wide open wound is now a paltry 1 inch across. He’ll never have fur on his side again, but the skin has grown in thick and nice – a bit like a Sphinx cat!
You know that I was worried not just about his three operations that didn’t seem to be working too well but also about his state of mind. Our feral cat was so scared that I worried about his overall health. I wondered if we were being cruel while trying to cure him.
Anyway, as I had to go away, our neighbours very generously took over care of the kitty. Just as well because I think it would have bankrupted me! Anyway, they reported he was calming down and getting to the point again where he could be touched.
So when I went yesterday, Mani, the vet’s assistant, was delighted to tell me he can now touch Rosie Ross Jigsaw’s head and squizzle him a little. I told him that I didn’t think Rosie Ross Jigsaw would let me do that ever again, and Mani demurred.
So this is what happened: I walked in and said, “Hey kitten cat,” at which point Rosie Ross Jigsaw yelled, “It’s you!” and turned to Mani hissing, “That’s HER! That’s the bitch who saw me after I was attacked and lured me into a false sense of security with food and when I let her get near me, she TRAPPED ME! And took me for OPERATIONS! She’s evil incarnate!”
And Mani was shushing him but Rosie Ross Jigsaw yelled, “If she comes near me I will give her THE CLAW! I swear I will!”
So I dropped off the gourmet cat food I’d brought and quietly left.
I don’t care what Rosie Ross Jigsaw thinks because he is definitely going to be A-OK!
And as he’s now looking quite respectable, here’s a very shady pic of him, growling at me...