{The Dangers of Being an Indoor Cat}

Cats are tough.

Oliver is my first feline. He's taught me a lot, with his latest "lesson in cat" being yesterday.



Turns out, there are hazards lurking around this house I didn't know about. My indoor

cat found a way to get a one-inch gash on his side that went all the way through the skin.

I discovered his wound in a totally random fluke of luck Tuesday morning. (It was hiding

under a lot of hair.) I would have never known anything was wrong by the way he was

acting. His routine was totally intact -- eating, drinking, playing, pottying, and sleeping

as normal.

It was a rough day for him, and it rattled me pretty good, too. Poor angel. I have no idea

how it happened or when, but it was instantly clear we needed to make a trip to the vet.

(Apparently, infections happen fast in a situation like that.) I was a little comforted when

his doctor said it could have happened as recently as the last day or two, based on how it

looked. And I was extremely happy to be able to have him getting fixed up within an hour

of realizing we had a problem. (The people at our vet office are amazing.)

Mr. Oliver Hope Link got about ten staples, antibiotics and some good pain medication.




Now, he's on the road to recovery. Whew!