So, she took up her favourite position (on the floor, near her scratching post, on her back) again, and nodded off. So I took some photo’s, look away now if you’re squeamish. By the way, there’s a reason we took these, not just because this is the Internet Age of Blogging Injuries, but because if we have some photo’s, we can look closely at the wound without having to hold her down, and we can check how it is in a week or so. Don’t have to get anywhere near as close to her with the camera so she stays relaxed.

Not that she appears to care about her injuries at all anyway.

So, here she is, dozing. She often nods off with her legs up in the air like that and the injury (which you can see in the shaved patch) doesn’t appear to be changing her approach.

The nurse shaved around the wound last night when we took her in to the emergency vets so the vet could get a better look.

She just let us hold her sitting up while the nurse used electric clippers to shave the area, she seemed totally calm and never displayed any signs that the wound was causing her pain.

Here’s the close up of the wound, looks like 6 staples and it’s looking a lot angrier than it did first thing this morning.

You can click the pictures for full size versions if you dare.

I bet she’ll be showing this scar off to her buddies once it’s healed.

I wonder if she knows how damn luck she was, another 1 or 2mm and it may have been a totally different story 🙁

We’ve had a good look around the garden and can’t see anything specifically hazardous that could have caused it, and her snap-away collar is missing and not anywhere in the garden, so we’re non-the-wiser about where she picked the injury up.

They’ve put 3 metal staples into Bubbles’ wound, Grete insists on calling her Frankencat, I’m still partial to calling her Stupid. Other than being pissed off at not being allowed out of the house, she seems in really good spirits, oblivious to the stress she’s causing with regards to our weekend away.

We think we’ve got a solution, a vet recommended cat sitter, who is actually a nurse who used to work at the vets and who looked after Squeak when she was in for diabetic treatment a few times. She’s coming around tomorrow to meet the cats, and assuming everything is fine she’ll be popping in over the weekend so we can still go away.

I’ll try and get a photo of the staples, the wound was really impressive but despite lying on her back plenty of times last night and this morning she wouldn’t stay still while I got the camera. I got a shot of her (again, lying on her back involuntarily) earlier but not sure if you can see the staples or not.

So we got to bed at around 3:30am and we were either both up or awake from about 6:30am because Bubbles doesn’t understand why she can’t go out and can’t eat.

Grete’s got a vet’s appointment at 9:10am so we just had the ‘fun’ of getting Bubbles back into the cat box and out of the house. She’s been walking around the house all morning, on me, on the sofa, in the lounge. Suddenly, she just runs upstairs and hides. We haven’t even got the cat box out of the outhouse. She just knows. She hid under the bed so I got to be Evil and dragged her out.

Hopefully it’ll be fast and they don’t have to keep her in.

Not sure about our plans for the weekend now either, if we need to be in and keeping an eye on her 🙁

So we just got back from the vets (2:20am). Bubbles has scrapped/sliced the skin of her stomach but somehow managed to not go through the first layer of fat. There’s a bit of blood but nothing hugely serious. Vet gave her some jabs and advised us to maybe get a stitch put in tomorrow at our regular vets. She came in as usual at around 11:30pm, seemed fine and happy, was playing in the sitting room. Grete spotted a scratch on her nose but she gets those from time to time, then she rolled over quite happily to play with the toy and we noticed her stomach wound.

Cats have bad timing, that’s £215, plus whatever tomorrow is, on top of around £300 we weren’t expecting to be paying out this weekend (for other stuff). Ah well, she’s covered by insurance thankfully so we’ll get some of it back, and there’s no way I’d hold off getting either of them medical assistance just because of the money. But, her timing does suck.

So now we’re both too wired to sleep.