(Hums to self) Just stopping to smell the flowers mom.
Stabbers jumped on my bed two nights ago while I was reading and I thought she had a piece of bark or other yard detritus on her mouth. So I put her in my lap and tried to brush it off. Only I couldn't because it was attached. It was a piece of her lip, near the curve of her mouth. It was bloody and torn. Ugh. It looked awfully painful but I stifled my urge to take her straight to the emergency vet because even I could see, this was not a life threatening event and she would live until the morning.
The next day, I called the vet right away. You know if there is ever an IPO for stock at your vet, you will be first on the list when you can call, they can look at caller ID and answer the phone, "Hi Jen". That's how well they know me and this isn't even the same vet I take the Polar Bear to! (Long story)
So I took her in and they immediately laughed upon seeing me and mentioned if it isn't one of those two cats, it's the other. I was not amused. The vet examined Stabitha and declared that she had never seen anything like this in all the time she has been practicing. Figures. None of us could figure out how the heck she ripped her lip almost all the way off so the vet called in Dr. Kennedy, who has been practicing for 25 + years to see if he could guess.
Luckily for us, Dr. Kennedy treats livestock and farm animals and as soon as he looked at Stabbers, he said, "Well you see this all the time in sheep and cattle. They go to rub their faces on a fence post or barrier to scratch an itch and they catch their lip on a nail, staple, barbed wire etc. But I've never, ever seen a cat do this. Usually they are very careful about things around their faces and that is, after all, why they have whiskers." As I may have mentioned in a previous post. She is beautiful but she is not smart. They tried to make me feel better by pointing out that she is at a good weight now but I was not thrown off.
I still have no idea where she could have maimed herself and have thoroughly examined the house in case the contractors left something sticking out, the yard, her whole environment and I cannot find anything suspect. So Stabby is now on antibiotics twice a day which she and I both love. She stabs me and I squirt a dropperful of drugs down her throat. Although it still makes me shudder involuntarily when I check her lip, she seems none the worse for the wear.
Shameless hussy.
These animals are exhausting me! Thank god I am going back to work tomorrow night although leaving my PB after all this time we have spent together is mildly traumatic. So I got him a smoked bone today to assuage my guilt. This is a special treat I give him once a month. At first I was worried the cooked bones might splinter but after talking to a number of people and reading up on them, I found these which are only partially cooked. I watched PB like a hawk the first time I gave him one and he did fine and wasn't able to chew off any splinters.
It's only traumatic for you, mom.
The Polar Bear, Jakey and Samson have been hanging out together quite a lot lately. Yesterday, they went to the park and ran free in the baseball field early in the morning and had a fine time. Poor Mr. Samson's legs are not what they used to be and he gets tired and sore easily.
Ow.
The one rescue dog that we were able to rehome, Dias (now Blanco) has been doing very well and his mama has been keeping me up to date. She and her husband very kindly invited me over to their home on the Peninsula to visit and they invited PB as well. We will drive over in late August or early September. I am so pleased with how well Blanco has adjusted. She sent me a photo a couple days ago and he looks like a whole different dog: happy, well fed and beautifully groomed.
Dexter would like to say hello since I have ignored him for this entire post. He was initially my prime suspect for Stabitha's injuries but there is no way he could have been that precise and efficient in maiming her given his head tremors so he's off the hook.
Moi? I am not about to pounce on my sister. I swear.
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