last night at 10 pm, Mojo came to the side of my chair (as he does) and looked up to me and did his most pitiful ‘Meeeeeeeeewwwwwww’, signalling that he wanted to eat. I nearly fell off the chair when I saw his eye – it looked like it had been sliced right through. Scrap, I guess. 10 minutes later, I’d consulted with the out of hours vet and was on the way to get it checked out. Eyes cannot be left any length of time without being seen to. Apparently, the lack of circulation in the cornea makes it particularly susceptible to the rampant bacteria in the average cat claw. Ok, if you’ve just been kissing your cat DO NOT THINK ABOUT THAT.
So, eye dye, thermometer in bum, needles etc etc and a fingers crossed sort of dismissal later, Mojo came home. He’s got a punctured something or other in the corner of his eye, and we have all available extremities crossed in hope that it won’t fester. Cos that’s his good eye.
Ah, the joys of cats. Coming soon, The Five Cat Salute: Inefficiency in the Multicat Household.