Oliver Saffron (AKA: Little Yellow Cat) is a good looking member of our family. He likes to be called a handsome cat and is ordinarily very sociable. Sometimes he gets in my way; I am a little jealous of the attention he gets. I guess the baby of the family always requires a little more parental guidance.
Last week, he got very sick. We noticed that he was lying like a limp rag and didn't want to move. This was unusual as he is usually winding around someone's ankles looking for a pet. Marilyn immediately was reminded of when Busted had Bobcat fever and nearly died. (the fatality rate for BC fever is about 98%). She immediately set off for the veteranarian's office. Not waiting to make an appointment. After all, this was an emergency!
Recently the cats have been allowed outside for the first time since we moved to Minnesota. Not all of the neighborhood cats were schooled in “Minnesota Nice” and there were some encounters. The vet noticed Oliver had a wound on his shoulder and one on his paw. His fever was over 104 degrees (cats are usually about 102, she said) so she gave him some fluids, a big blast of an antibiotic and sent them home with some pain medication. Oliver stayed very quiet and hid out most of the next few days. There was another visit to the vet on Monday and worry clouded the air around here. Tuesday night, he had a fit of drooling which caused great alarm, but by morning, he was significantly better and was following Marilyn around and sitting on Al's chair arm. Marilyn noticed that the wound on his shoulder was actually two puncture like spots about 1 inch apart and his fur was gone in small “crop circles” around each spot.
We are not sure how he got hurt but I know that I didn't do it!
Lucky
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