Yeah, so the outdoor thing? Doesn’t work so well.
Remember this? Well, it turns out he got into a fight with another cat that night. And the other cat bit him. The bite wasn’t noticeable under his fur, and it abscessed and became infected. This caused a lump on his side, which I noticed last week, but since he allowed me to poke and prod at it I resolved to keep an eye on it and just wait and see if it was anything . I still didn’t know it was an abscess at that point, and when the swelling was way down the next day, I figured all was well.
That was Wednesday. On Friday, he either ripped open the abscess or it opened on its own, because he had a big, gaping hole in his side. That evening we took him to the emergency vet, who explained to us about the cat bite and abscess and infection. She thought she would be able to just clean the wound and let it go, but it was deep enough that she said she could see muscle through one of the holes. That meant he needed a drain. So he stayed at the vet overnight on Friday and had the drain put in.
On Saturday, after we picked him up, there followed what I think was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
We had to flush out the wound twice a day. That involved sticking a plastic syringe into the wound around the drain and flushing with an antisceptic solution. It was awful. The first time we tried, I’m sure we were poking him in the raw flesh, because he was freaking out.
I finally figured out how to do it by guiding the tip of the syringe along the drain tube. Once I got that down and got it out of the way the first time, it got a lot easier to make myself do it. That first time, though… We drank two bottles of wine Saturday night after it was done. Let’s just put it that way.
Fortunately, we did it for the last time this morning. Tonight, he goes to his regular vet to get the drain removed. He’ll probably still have to wear the cone until the wound heals more, and we still need to give him antibiotics until next Monday, but no more flushing, which is a blessing for all of us. It got harder and harder to keep him still for it the better he felt. I’m covered in scratches and bitemarks.
One more thing that needs to be noted here, because I find it ironic. We had to take the lid off one of the litterboxes so he can get into it with his conehead. Guess what? If you guessed that there’s been no pee on the floor since we took the lid off the box, you’d be right. If it really turns out to be as simple as that, I’ll be very pleased, especially since there’s no way he can go outside anymore now. But it will have been a very costly lesson to learn.