It has been quite a (crummy, emotional, expensive) week...
Especially for Junebug, who prefers to wear her collar-of-shame Victorian-style rather than the traditional Elizabethan... The poor thing was struggling so much, crashing around and knocking things over. Somehow she spirited herself out of both collar and semi-confinement around 4:30 this morning. Not good. So in a delirious, desperate state, I decided to try turning it around. And it worked. It just keeps her from licking where she should not lick, and now she can get around without having to walk backwards. And it's just more flattering, if you ask me...
Poor Junebug has been through a lot this week. She disappeared for a couple of days and returned trembling, completely traumatized and mysteriously injured. There were no obvious wounds, but she was walking strangely and refused to eat. I was worried she may have been hit by a car or crushed by some large object and sent myself into hysterics thinking she was going to die...
Our (very kind) vet did some x-rays and gave her fluids and eventually determined that she was (quite brutally) attacked by another cat. And, incidentally, discovered a gun pellet in one of Junebug's back legs... Wait, what? Someone shot my poor baby? When did this happen? Why would someone do that to a tiny, helpless cat??? Fortunately the pellet caused no damage, but the bites were really nasty. Yesterday we had to go back to the vet to have three abscesses drained and get more antibiotics. And the dreaded collar...
A large portion of Junebug's lower back is shaved, and it looks absolutely ghastly. But I think she's going to be ok. I'm giving her antibiotics twice a day and applying warm compresses as often as she will let me. And thanking my lucky stars that I found her when I did. There is a chance she'll have permanent nerve damage because the bites were near her spine, but I can't think about that right now. Instead I'm spoiling her with fancy food and treats and giving her as much love as I can.
Junebug is enduring the stress, pain and boredom with amazing patience. She truly is a brave little soul, and, cheesy as it may sound, she means the world to me.
Here's hoping for a speedy recovery for my dear, sweet little gal...
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