Adventures of Spiffy Part 3

I have washed and washed but this bandage is there to stay. It has come away from my leg a little bit at the top and I can see that my leg is bare of hair, Also, I can see that there are little bits of stringy stuff holding those little injuries together. I can’t get to the worst ones. They are still covered up. I’m so glad they didn’t put one of those big plastic collars around my neck to stop me from investigating my injuries. I heard them talking about it, but they must have decided I could be trusted to leave the bandage alone.
I’m getting lots of attention. Everyone is sympathising and telling me how brave I am and what a good boy I am. Being injured certainly has its positive side. Meals have been good and on time too, which is great. There have even been some lovely ‘treats’ but I’m still not allowed to get on the table especially when people are eating.
Since the weather has been improving, Kathryn makes sure all the blinds are tilted just right before she goes out, so that I can change my room and my position according to where the sun is coming into the house. Its not the same as being outside but its not too bad.
I’m even getting used to that yellow litter tray. Kathryn is very discrete about it and cleans up after me all the time and makes sure the tray is always nice and clean. You know, cats are very clean animals and we like our privacy too, and I appreciate that Kathryn seems to be aware of it. Mind you, her job is made easier by the fact that I always leave the tray as clean as I can and everything is nicely covered over. I have accidentally swept some of the grey gritty stuff onto the floor but it couldn’t be helped. When you are as thorough as I am about toilet habits – well, that tray is not very big. I don’t know how Hobbes is getting on next door. He’s such a big boy too, and he loves to be outside.
Well after a day or two, we made that car trip to see those nice ladies again. This time I had to travel in the cat carrier cage that we borrowed from the nice ladies. I was examined and poked and prodded again. Apparently that indecent act is called taking the temperature and they did it to me AGAIN!
Anyway, the bandage was taken off, which is good, and now I can wash my leg properly. It is so bare and I have all these little places where that stringy stuff goes through my skin. I’ve tried to bite it and pull it but I can’t get it out. Kathryn keeps having a look at them and telling me to leave them alone but what does she know. I know the more I wash those wounds the better they will be. That’s what cats do.
I heard Kathryn talking about poor old Hobbes next door. He must be in a worse state than I am but then he is so much older. Poor Ruth must be worried sick about him. Apparently she’s been taking him back up to the vet nearly every day and they are doing all kinds of tests on him. They think he might have feline AIDs!! Doesn’t that sound dreadful. I hope I haven’t got it. His wounds aren’t healing like they should and they’re even using the word sshhhh, I’ll say it quietly ‘amputation…..’. ‘nuff said about that.
Albert is a bit lost. I guess with both me and Hobbes locked inside he’s got no-one to pass the time of day with. He comes over every day and checks on me through the bedroom window. In the mornings, on good days, it’s a lovely sunny spot just there in that front window. Albert lies outside the window and I lie inside and it feels like we’re together.
Later on, I made such a fuss at the door that Kathryn decided to let me out for awhile and guess what? Hobbesy was outside too! It was so good to see the old guy. He looks a bit thin and worried but he told me he can still purr when he’s smooching with Ruth.
Kathryn was supposed to take me back to the vet but she’s been so busy with going to work and looking after all these trainee demi au pairs coming and going from the house that she hasn’t had time. She seems to think I’m doing pretty well. I’ve forgiven her for putting me in that cat carrier box so I’m sleeping on her bed at night again. It’s the best place anyway, warm and cosy. And even though Kathryn complains about all my hair everywhere on her bed, I know she likes me to be there.
Ah, its not a bad life and my leg is starting to feel a bit better.