After another horrible trip to the vet I finally have my freedom.
It took four of them to hold me down as the doctor cut the sutures holding the tube in my ear. Then he unceremoniously just pulled it out leaving a trail of disgusting ooze on my face.
But then the big guy whisked me out to the car and a short trip home. At first I thought it was a trick when he opened the car door to the yard instead of pulling into the garage. But I made a break for it into the cool grass and freedom.
It was cool and sunny as I bathed in the sunshine.
My ear still hurts and looks really gross but I am much happier.
I got an ear infection last weekend. It was so bad I blew an ear drum and then an ear hematoma which sent the big guy over the top. On Monday he dragged me to the vet which wasn't too awful. The doc stuck sticks in my ears, gouged around, rinsed with crap and added drops that burned. I thought the worst was behind me.
But Wednesday I was back at the vet for the horror of surgery. I don't remember much but when I woke up dizzy that night, my ear was killing me with a tube sticking out and several ugly stitches. And the bucket around my neck had to go.
I feigned walking into the walls and bumping into chairs and after falling down a few times the big guy caved and removed the bucket.
Crying hasn't got me outside yet, but by sitting at the front door for hours I can see the big guy is ready to buckle any minute.
Now if this damn tube in my ear would stop itching I could think straight. And I look terrible with half my head shaved.
Every time the big guy pets me I get an electric shock.
He thinks it's so funny but I don't.
First I get chased home by a stray dog, then the big guy disappears for the whole day and to top it off I get into a fight on my own porch with another cat.
Sux, Sux, Sux
I'm going to bed.
The official score card says I have 36 kills for the Year. Last year I had 37.
But last year there wasn't a drought or a heat wave. So I think I'm doing great.
Should I make the extra effort to beat last year? I don't feel the imperative for two more deaths this year. It's the holidays and it's cold.
Of course if some dumb chipmunk or rat crosses the zone of death he's dead.