So here we are. Me sitting on the sofa and Leo half on my lap as I type, purring louder than a bushload of crickets. He’s on medication once again after yet another cat attack.
I have no evidence that he has suffered once again at the teeth of Big Ginge but the increasing likelihood is that Leo, due to his almost total lack of pluck, is now Big Ginge’s bitch.
He walked into the kitchen and greeted me with a miaow this morning first thing, limping slightly and with his left eye half closed. He sat and held his front left paw up as though to say “He got me again, mum!”
The paw seemed to be ok apart from a lumpy bit but the eye was half closed with the third lid across. It looked as though he’d been scratched within millimetres of his eyeball. Poor boy. Just as the scar next to his eye had healed and I was looking forward to his fur growing back.
I bathed it with saline, which, being a professional patient, Leo actually enjoyed but then had to dash off to work. When I got back the eyelid looked more swollen so I bathed it again and took him to the vet.
Examining Leo, the vet put a green dye into his eye which would reveal any corneal scratches or ulceration. Fortunately there was none so, after a shot of antibiotic I brought him back with a small bottle of eye drops to administer twice a day. So I have yet another veterinary nurse challenge..
It feels like my childhood ambition is coming back to haunt me but I do hope that this is for the last time!