It was certainly a day. I tell you guys, I’m exhausted. I feel like I got MY tail amputated…worn out. I picked him up, and $110 later, with meds and instructions for follow up visits and stitches removal and don’t let him eat a lot, don’t let him outside, don’t let him chew on his tail (are they KIDDING ME??) we’re home for the evening. The vet had no idea as to what it was that took the tail. I looked all around for the bits should they be lying about, but nada. Nothing. Zilch.
It was just–come in the house for breakfast (he hadn’t been outside all that long because he slept at the foot of my bed all night) and Mom sees that the ass end of the tail has been blown to bits. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got and Sambo ain’t talkin’.
He’s been fine, he wants out so is pissed that he’s in. I’ve decided to keep at least the two black cats inside for Halloween. Maybe I’m paranoid, but when I was growing up my black cat Pepper used to come home with spray paint down his back. Gah.
Thanks for the words, and for the laughs. Big fat ass no tail kitty love comes from Sambo as well.