Cinnamon had a boo-boo.
I didn't mention the old man recently on the blog, because when it comes to summer time, Cinnamon only comes inside to eat. He is far too cool for his parents when it is sunny outside.
A couple Saturdays ago we came home and I saw something by his tail that I thought was a slug he had rolled on and squished. Does this happen to other people's pets? Perhaps it's an extra hairy cat/pacific northwest combination. We've had to grab two slugs off him before (though, not dead. Just caught in cat hair). (Then again I bet most people don't get slugs in their shower, either.) I tried to wipe it off so he could come inside and he FLIPPED OUT, making me think he was wounded, so I packed him up and took him to the vet.
Over the course of 45 minutes the wound became much, much worse as I watched in horror and I felt like the worst owner in the world. Cinnabutt had an abscess that had to be flushed out. (Insert collective "buhh.") Buhh.
Since I already felt like the worst pet owner in the world, it didn't help when later I had to buy him a cone and everything he did with that cone on was hilarious. He must have been doped up from his pain meds because he let me put that thing on without any hassle, purring the whole time with his big eyes on (his 'beetle eyes' as Susan calls them). Then he kept walking backwards and taking the most exaggerated steps while looking up at me, confused, adding a pathetic "meow."
Then he climbed on my chest and pushed the cone up against my cheek, purring. He seemed unsure as to why he couldn't reach my face so I put mine in front of his in the cone and he licked me, uncertain.
I took the cone off so he could eat (he tried to jump up, hit the side of his table, looked at me confused and meowed) and after that first night I was able to remove it and he hasn't been obsessively licking his freshly shaved butt, so everyone is happy. Including my credit card company.
In other news, I went to the Yarn Harlot's book signing:
"I write humor. I'm funny."
So what's new with you guys? Lots of stuff? Nothing? Neighbors shooting guns in their apartment? Go on.