No, this is nasty in the sense of GROSS.
Milo, our black adopted stray bastard cat, has figured out how to escape our fenced in backyard. So we have established this ritual of me going to the front door to let him in before I go to work in the morning.
4 weeks ago I heard cat yelling out the front before work and I ran out front and Milo was having a standoff with one of the many cats in the neighborhood. The other cat ran off and Milo followed me in the house where I checked him out and didn’t see any sighs of an altercation. Plus when the dog randomly attacks Milo, he goes hiding and acts all put out.
2 weeks ago he started breaking out in white scabs all over his body and he wouldn’t let touch his right ear. I brought him to the vet when I took my dog in for her yearly vaccinations. Of course the vets treated me like an over-zealous worrier and told me that they didn’t see anything and asked if I had changed his food, our detergent, or if he had been in a fight. No, no, and no. I never saw or heard a fight with the other cat, just the standoff where they make noises like drunken elephants and Milo didn’t act hurt. And believe me …he acts.
So took him home thinking I must be crazy for thinking that he had a problem and I’m just paranoid.
One week later. Chad and I come home from work and Milo’s cheek is the size of a golf ball. I immediately think crap something has bit him. So carefully look at him. Looking for two fang marks to just rule out snake and only see one possible mark which makes me think stinger.
So, having been through this with my dog, I get online and make sure that it’s ok to give the cat Benadryl.
One thing I learned before giving the cat Benadryl, it will make some cats foam PROFUSELY at the mouth. I gave him one dose and the foam works started. Man, was he pissed!!! Medicine administered. The lump seems to be not so swollen. I go to bed.
During the middle of the night, Milo jumps on me and then comes and rests by my head, where he usually sleeps, then leaves. I throw my arm to hug my pillow afterward and felt a little bit of wetness. Thinking the damn cat has been outside bringing in muddy feet and climbing all over my sheet and me…. I go back to bed.
Waking up. Milo comes running to me and the nastiness and smell of his face…makes me want to retch. It wasn’t a bite; it was a monstrous ABSCESS. And it had ruptured all over his face, my bed, and our house. Oh…I’m
sick just thinking about it. Our house looked like a crime site from him shaking his head all over it. Blood splatters everywhere.
So I take him back to the vet and they asked… has he been in a fight? Well, I guess so. Since it was the same side of the face, by the right ear when I brought him in a week ago and y’all told me he was fine and i was worried over nothing.
So they shaved behind his ear and cleaned up the rest of it. Yack.
So now the little bastard is driving me up the wall because I won’t let him outside, because he has an open wound and I can’t handle any more nastiness.