| Tommy Snakehips ( @ 2005-10-02 14:53:00 |
Kittycat TMI
My tomcat Greven is a bruiser. He's about 7 years old and he's a great big thug who gets into lots and lots of fights, even though I've had him neutered and stuff, so in theory there should be no fighting and stuff, but there is. Anyway, we've just moved into a new house and there was a territorial battle royale a couple of weeks ago that left him scratched and bitten and a little the worse for wear, and I thought he was all healed up until a couple of nights ago I noticed he had a small lump under his ear. I checked it out and thought that it must be an abcess, but I couldn't find the wound under which it would have formed, which meant that the wound had healed up too quickly and there was a buildup of pus under healthy skin. That was fine, I resolved to take him to the vet and get it taken care of, but things happened with people and emergencies and hospitals and my little cat kinda fell by the wayside a little.
So last night, after I got home I picked him up to check out the lump and I swear to God this thing was HUGE. Maybe half the size of an egg? Now Greven's not a big cat, he stands maybe 20 cm off the floor from the floor to the tips of his ears and weighs about 6 kg, so he's quite dinky, as far as boy cats are concerned, so you can imagine how big this lump was in comparison to the rest of him. So I bite the bullet and lance it myself. It took a couple of slices with the scalpel to get through the skin, but when I did ALL THE PUS IN THE WORLD came oozing out. There would have been maybe a shotglass and a half of crap came out of his neck and he was not a happy little man in the least. I think the highlight of the night was when I gave the skin around it a bit of a push and this jet of pus came hosing out and hit the floor about a foot away from where I had him on the floor. I then washed the skin around the wound and cut the fur away and let him go and hide under the bed. Then I crawled into bed because it was 4am. Guess who wanted into bed and under the blankets please mummy? My poor little man who was all sore and sad and smelling of horrible. He got cuddles on TOP of the blankets...
My tomcat Greven is a bruiser. He's about 7 years old and he's a great big thug who gets into lots and lots of fights, even though I've had him neutered and stuff, so in theory there should be no fighting and stuff, but there is. Anyway, we've just moved into a new house and there was a territorial battle royale a couple of weeks ago that left him scratched and bitten and a little the worse for wear, and I thought he was all healed up until a couple of nights ago I noticed he had a small lump under his ear. I checked it out and thought that it must be an abcess, but I couldn't find the wound under which it would have formed, which meant that the wound had healed up too quickly and there was a buildup of pus under healthy skin. That was fine, I resolved to take him to the vet and get it taken care of, but things happened with people and emergencies and hospitals and my little cat kinda fell by the wayside a little.
So last night, after I got home I picked him up to check out the lump and I swear to God this thing was HUGE. Maybe half the size of an egg? Now Greven's not a big cat, he stands maybe 20 cm off the floor from the floor to the tips of his ears and weighs about 6 kg, so he's quite dinky, as far as boy cats are concerned, so you can imagine how big this lump was in comparison to the rest of him. So I bite the bullet and lance it myself. It took a couple of slices with the scalpel to get through the skin, but when I did ALL THE PUS IN THE WORLD came oozing out. There would have been maybe a shotglass and a half of crap came out of his neck and he was not a happy little man in the least. I think the highlight of the night was when I gave the skin around it a bit of a push and this jet of pus came hosing out and hit the floor about a foot away from where I had him on the floor. I then washed the skin around the wound and cut the fur away and let him go and hide under the bed. Then I crawled into bed because it was 4am. Guess who wanted into bed and under the blankets please mummy? My poor little man who was all sore and sad and smelling of horrible. He got cuddles on TOP of the blankets...