My aunt brought Primus (our cat, not the deity) and Cirilla to the vet, because the former had to be fixed, and the latter's wound had swelled and would not heal, and she hurt so much that she couldn't walk and tried to bite us with her harmless teeth when we touched her. (You can't avoid touching her when, like all our cats do, she snags her nail into her cushion and remains trapped, looking around with that gaze cats have in such circumstances: "I did this totally on purpose. *pulls at paw* Yeah. I'm totally comfortable here. *pulls some more* Nice day, isn't it? Is someone watching?") They are fine now: Cirilla had to be worked on a bit but now they tell me she's padding around and eating. She'll have to take antibiotics and undergo some drainage for some days, but the vet thinks she should be ok. Or at least, he's a very optimistic guy and a great person, and incredibly caring, not to mention a (very pissed) AC Milan fan. I really hope Cirilla makes it, because she's such a sweet old little cat. Other cats, you might say "oh, there's nothing to do, they don't let themselves be touched" (that means YOU, Mina and Fluffy, try to stay healthy because I'm not sure I can catch you a second time!) but Cirilla quickly started trusting us and purring and rubbing against us when we fed her (after the resident cat lady left town - the diaspora that made us go from 2 cats to 10 at one stroke, especially because one of those cats was Fluffy, the Kitten Machine of Doom). It sickens me that maybe Cirilla's wound was not due to an accident but to the action of a human being. She needs extra petting next time I go there, and a nice pic, because "black and white cat" does not do justice to her sweetness and vulnerability. So I wonder, horrible stuff is happening all over the globe and here I am blogging about a cat. Apart from the fact that there are feelings I keep private, in this case I can do something, if just petting Ciri. If I could pick up a Chinese orphan the way we pick up cats... can you imagine the farraginous Italian adoption system, that requires lots of money and senseless delays and anyway doesn't allow single people to adopt? I read of someone complaining because people are readier to take care of a cat than of a baby. Well, DUH!!! It does not mean that a cat is more important than a baby, it means that a cat, as much as we adore them, is LESS important than a baby. To end on a light note, I'm slightly worried about Pri. Since Fearsome Snarl came back from the vet, he's a Trudi plush cat, glued to our heels and always ready to roll on his back to be scratched. Pri was already clingy, yelling at the top of his voice if a human dared to be behind a closed door, and then RUNNING TO COMPLAIN LOUDLY to the nearest human available (usually me)... are we now going to have an Alien Face Hugger Pri Symbiont forever sticking to this or that human and STILL COMPLAINING LOUDLY because he can't hug all of us at once? Be afraid. |