Dox Your Cats

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My dude has an absolutely wicked abscess about the size of a silver dollar on his hip. I feel so bad for him. I noticed yesterday that he was licking near his ass, which is unusual for him, and he started making this horrible grunting sound which was REALLY worrying because he never talks. I took a look and saw a huge, bloody, pus oozing sore. Rushed him to the vet and had $1,000 worth of work done (antibiotic shots, x-rays, blood work, etc.). They shaved the area around the sore and it's pretty heinous. I'd get a picture of it but I don't want to disturb him.

They sent him home with a cone and it didn't go well. It was a tough night. Today we went and got some sedative pills from the vet which helped him calm down and get to sleep.

Still not entirely sure what happened. He's indoor/outdoor and we did spot a pretty mangy looking feral cat at the back end of our property a few weeks ago, so it's possible they got into a scrap and the wound got infected. But I never noticed any sign of that, and the feral would have had to come a pretty long way to encounter him. Plus it's winter so he's rarely going outside, and when he does he never strays far from the building. It's the only thing we can come up with though. Going to have to put a trap out to get rid of the feral regardless, but this makes it more urgent.

Dude's had a tough life. We took him in when he was ~3 years old, and a year prior to that he had something heavy fall on him which resulted in him needing to have his tail amputated. It also broke his pelvis which never healed quite right, so he walks a little funny. Absolutely the chillest cat I've ever met, though. If a stranger comes up to him he'll immediately roll over onto his back and ask for belly rubs. Groups of kids can come up and poke and prod at him and he just sits there and takes it. He'll respond to his name like a dog and follow you if you ask him. Love my boy.
 
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Still not entirely sure what happened.

I think it is likely the theory you have come up with is correct. What happened is that cats are exceptionally good at hiding if they are sick or injured until they are just about ready to crunk. I can't tell you how many times I've seen it between working at a vet when I was younger and having owned a number of cats over the years. More than once I thought something was a little off about one of my cats and I brought them to the vet out of an abundance of caution. The vet checks them out and says "Thank god you came in when you did, in 24 hours you likely wouldn't have had a cat." and by the diagnosis I know there wasn't a shred of hyperbole in what they said.

You own cats over a long enough period of time you start to develop a 6th sense for it. It's like my favorite old tomcat that died a few years ago. Nothing was overtly, or clinically wrong with him. I just knew his time was up. One of my friends came over and I said "I don't think he'll live to see Monday" and they looked shocked and asked "What?! Is he terminally ill or something?" I said "No, but it's just a feeling I have that I can't shake" and they brushed it off and said "Don't worry, I'm sure he is fine". 36 hours later I woke up to find that he'd passed away in his sleep in one of his favorite sleeping spots. I wasn't surprised, so at least I wasn't shocked when I found him, for what little that is worth.
 
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So are calicos zoomy derps on average? Our calico Bethany wasn't, and I don't think it was because of her birth defected hip, she was just a chill, motherly lumpcat.
Mine is a zoomy derp. She one time jumped in the toilet then used the kitchen floor for ice skating. Ended up with a bloody nose.
 
Got my hair cut yesterday and Creamsicle doesn't know what to do, she's never seen my hair so short before so she doesn't know if it's me or not. Been rather peaceful for nearly 24 hours without her trying to kill me. With Hasenpfeffer gone, she's found she can run up to my wife and bap her on the head a few times to hear her scream. Here my wife thought it was a good idea five months ago to get her for me when we found out I had complications with my medication. Now she gets to feel my pain.
 
They’re not my cats per se, but they are two of the many stray cats that I love and feed every day. Two brothers, one has fluffy long grey fur and one has short grey fur but both are friendly and the first to come running when I have food.
The short haired one basically lives at my house and stays in my backyard all day long lol
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You have to love how "at home" cats are just about anywhere they want to be. He's got a look of "tu casa es mi casa", "This human likes me, so it's cool if I lounge here"
That is exactly his mindset. He just welcomes himself inside my house while he waits impatiently for me to crack open a can of cat food haha
Rubs up against my inside cats and my big dog like he owns the place and has been here all along
 
That is exactly his mindset. He just welcomes himself inside my house while he waits impatiently for me to crack open a can of cat food haha
Rubs up against my inside cats and my big dog like he owns the place and has been here all along

Ha, I love it. Only a cat could do that and not be seen to be completely out of line.

Cats seem to be the only species of animal that have the audacity to choose to "own" a human. "Yeah, I think I'll be your cat. I think you need me to improve your life. No need to say anything, but you could thank me with some cat food."

They really are wonderful little demons.
 
Came back home from my five day trip and I have all the cats trying to sit on me. My rabbit has decided she needs to sit in my hoodie in case I leave again. I have one cat laying behind my neck, another on my lap, and one on my right arm. If I dare get up to use the washroom all three of them have to follow me.
 
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