Since I am not writing about my or Amanda’s life (and I really should catch up on events), let me write about piglet, since she is the center of the universe and all and we are merely fortunate she allows to bask in her presence.
Today, I noticed the little one looked a bit stiff, but I shrugged it off as a result of her romping about in the chill morning air. Later, she looked much worse and was avoiding putting weight on her right front paw. She was not interested in treats and only wanted to sleep in her new cat bed. Piglet not wanting food?!? Inconceivable! I could not see anything obvious wrong with her paw, so I took her to the Emerald City Emergency Clinic (it was after 5pm). She screamed the whole way, which I took to be a good sign.
It was a sad evening at the clinic though, and I had to wait quite a while because the vet on duty had to do an emergency surgery on a doggie. Later another very unhappy man brought in his doggie who had died on the way there, and he could not bring himself to take his companion’s body out of the front seat of his car. Sad!
As for piglet, when I had called them up earlier they had hypothesized that she had been stung by a bee or wasp (minor, but seemed a little cold for that) or had fractured a bone (bad!), but it turned out that she had been bitten by another cat! She now has a shaved right leg with evil fang marks on her. I also have more antibiotics for her. Alas, she will not understand that the nasty medicine is for her own good. As a possible precursor to the days ahead, she threw up in the car on the way home.
She did not have any other scratches or injuries to her face or ears, which surprised me if she got into a fight. I prefer to think she really laid the smack down on some invader who got a lucky shot in… maybe the murderer of our fishie friends….