Boyfie got hurt (he's okay)

Boyfie came in from rat patrol on Monday evening and went straight to bed
which is not unusual. What was a bit unusual was the look on his face. I
don't suppose anyone else would have noticed except me, who knows him so
well.
When he didn't get out of bed for his breakfast yesterday - well, that is
unheard of. As luck would have it I had the day off work so I could keep an
eye on him. When he *did* finally rise he could hardly put any weight on
one of his front legs.
A visit to TED, then. I picked him up but he clung on to his blanky with
the claws on his good foot and every time I disengaged them he managed to do
it again. Then he made a break for freedom from his carrier..
He wowled and shrieked all the way in the car.
He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect that
black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have had no
trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives nearby.

Anyway he got an antibiotic injection & a painkilling one. TED said it was
a very bad place to get bitten in, very painful for movement. She said "I
remember meeting Boyfriend before, I put his microchip in, he's such a
lovely cat." I was amazed that she could remember him, this is a big vet
hospital with a huge turnover of patients. He also got some antibiotic
tablets for 5 days. There is no way I could physically put them in his
mouth - it would still freak him out if I forced myself on him like that, so
his first dose this evening was crushed and hidden in some tiny pieces of
chicken breast with gravy which he scarfed down thinking his birthday had
come ;-)

The vet is really kind. She is sensitive not just to the patient, but to
the owner too. She said "I don't suppose you've had to give tablets to
Boyfriend before have you?" She must have seen me gulp when she got the
pills out. And I am impressed that she remembered his history, how timid he
is and how difficult it might be.
She also remembered my RB whippets and mentioned some of them.

He's better than he was yesterday. He is only limping slightly, has an
appetite like a horse again and insisted on going out for an hour's rat
patrol tonight. Now he is very comfy back in the house on his donut bed.

TED asked me "Is he a fighter?" He is far from it. He's a pacifist or a
"big girl's blouse" however you want to put it. I prefer the former
description.
It was that horrible black cat, I tell you, attacking him in his own garden,
no doubt, like it used to do before. He would never cause trouble himself,
I know it.

Tweed

oh, poor Boyfie.
We will purr and pray that he none the worse for the
injury. Please give him extra skritches and cuddles (if
he lets you) from us. Please keep us updated.

Lily & her mama

--
Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time.

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
Boyfie came in from rat patrol on Monday evening and went straight to bed
which is not unusual. What was a bit unusual was the look on his face. I
don't suppose anyone else would have noticed except me, who knows him so
well.
When he didn't get out of bed for his breakfast yesterday - well, that is
unheard of. As luck would have it I had the day off work so I could keep
an eye on him. When he *did* finally rise he could hardly put any weight
on one of his front legs.
A visit to TED, then. I picked him up but he clung on to his blanky with
the claws on his good foot and every time I disengaged them he managed to
do it again. Then he made a break for freedom from his carrier..
He wowled and shrieked all the way in the car.
He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect
that black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have
had no trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives
nearby.

Anyway he got an antibiotic injection & a painkilling one. TED said it
was a very bad place to get bitten in, very painful for movement. She
said "I remember meeting Boyfriend before, I put his microchip in, he's
such a lovely cat." I was amazed that she could remember him, this is a
big vet hospital with a huge turnover of patients. He also got some
antibiotic tablets for 5 days. There is no way I could physically put
them in his mouth - it would still freak him out if I forced myself on him
like that, so his first dose this evening was crushed and hidden in some
tiny pieces of chicken breast with gravy which he scarfed down thinking
his birthday had come ;-)

The vet is really kind. She is sensitive not just to the patient, but to
the owner too. She said "I don't suppose you've had to give tablets to
Boyfriend before have you?" She must have seen me gulp when she got the
pills out. And I am impressed that she remembered his history, how timid
he is and how difficult it might be.
She also remembered my RB whippets and mentioned some of them.

He's better than he was yesterday. He is only limping slightly, has an
appetite like a horse again and insisted on going out for an hour's rat
patrol tonight. Now he is very comfy back in the house on his donut bed.

TED asked me "Is he a fighter?" He is far from it. He's a pacifist or a
"big girl's blouse" however you want to put it. I prefer the former
description.
It was that horrible black cat, I tell you, attacking him in his own
garden, no doubt, like it used to do before. He would never cause
trouble himself, I know it.

Tweed

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
Boyfie came in from rat patrol on Monday evening and went straight to bed
which is not unusual. What was a bit unusual was the look on his face. I
don't suppose anyone else would have noticed except me, who knows him so
well.
When he didn't get out of bed for his breakfast yesterday - well, that is
unheard of. As luck would have it I had the day off work so I could keep
an eye on him. When he *did* finally rise he could hardly put any weight
on one of his front legs.
A visit to TED, then. I picked him up but he clung on to his blanky with
the claws on his good foot and every time I disengaged them he managed to
do it again. Then he made a break for freedom from his carrier..
He wowled and shrieked all the way in the car.
He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect
that black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have
had no trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives
nearby.

Anyway he got an antibiotic injection & a painkilling one. TED said it
was a very bad place to get bitten in, very painful for movement. She
said "I remember meeting Boyfriend before, I put his microchip in, he's
such a lovely cat." I was amazed that she could remember him, this is a
big vet hospital with a huge turnover of patients. He also got some
antibiotic tablets for 5 days. There is no way I could physically put
them in his mouth - it would still freak him out if I forced myself on him
like that, so his first dose this evening was crushed and hidden in some
tiny pieces of chicken breast with gravy which he scarfed down thinking
his birthday had come ;-)

The vet is really kind. She is sensitive not just to the patient, but to
the owner too. She said "I don't suppose you've had to give tablets to
Boyfriend before have you?" She must have seen me gulp when she got the
pills out. And I am impressed that she remembered his history, how timid
he is and how difficult it might be.
She also remembered my RB whippets and mentioned some of them.

He's better than he was yesterday. He is only limping slightly, has an
appetite like a horse again and insisted on going out for an hour's rat
patrol tonight. Now he is very comfy back in the house on his donut bed.

TED asked me "Is he a fighter?" He is far from it. He's a pacifist or a
"big girl's blouse" however you want to put it. I prefer the former
description.
It was that horrible black cat, I tell you, attacking him in his own
garden, no doubt, like it used to do before. He would never cause
trouble himself, I know it.

Tweed


Poor sweet Boyfie!! We are purring up a storm for him.

Christina Websell wrote:

He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect that
black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have had no
trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives nearby.

This sounds all too familiar - Smudge has come home with a bite on her
paw or (recently) an abcess on her chest. Bullies in the neighborhood...

He also got some antibiotic
tablets for 5 days. There is no way I could physically put them in his
mouth - it would still freak him out if I forced myself on him like that, so
his first dose this evening was crushed and hidden in some tiny pieces of
chicken breast with gravy which he scarfed down thinking his birthday had
come ;-)

LOL - lucky him! And it's good to know that you have some other options
since he probably wouldn't accept a pill from you - or he'd be traumatized
by you trying to, success or no. Reminds me of a certain scaredy boy in
my house.

He's better than he was yesterday. He is only limping slightly, has an
appetite like a horse again and insisted on going out for an hour's rat
patrol tonight. Now he is very comfy back in the house on his donut bed.

Glad to hear he's getting better! And I hope he manages to chase off the
bully cat with no further injuries. You did the right thing by bringing
him in right away, before it had a chance to get infected.

Purrs for the gallant gentleman, who has been reduced to fighting.

Joyce

"Irulan" wrote in message
...
oh, poor Boyfie.
We will purr and pray that he none the worse for the
injury. Please give him extra skritches and cuddles (if
he lets you) from us.

Yes, he will let me skritch him so I will tell him it came from his friends
in America where his beloved Mimi lives. Thank you.

Tweed




Please keep us updated.

Lily & her mama

--
Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time.

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
Boyfie came in from rat patrol on Monday evening and went straight to bed
which is not unusual. What was a bit unusual was the look on his face.
I don't suppose anyone else would have noticed except me, who knows him
so well.
When he didn't get out of bed for his breakfast yesterday - well, that is
unheard of. As luck would have it I had the day off work so I could keep
an eye on him. When he *did* finally rise he could hardly put any weight
on one of his front legs.
A visit to TED, then. I picked him up but he clung on to his blanky with
the claws on his good foot and every time I disengaged them he managed to
do it again. Then he made a break for freedom from his carrier..
He wowled and shrieked all the way in the car.
He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect
that black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have
had no trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives
nearby.

Anyway he got an antibiotic injection & a painkilling one. TED said it
was a very bad place to get bitten in, very painful for movement. She
said "I remember meeting Boyfriend before, I put his microchip in, he's
such a lovely cat." I was amazed that she could remember him, this is a
big vet hospital with a huge turnover of patients. He also got some
antibiotic tablets for 5 days. There is no way I could physically put
them in his mouth - it would still freak him out if I forced myself on
him like that, so his first dose this evening was crushed and hidden in
some tiny pieces of chicken breast with gravy which he scarfed down
thinking his birthday had come ;-)

The vet is really kind. She is sensitive not just to the patient, but to
the owner too. She said "I don't suppose you've had to give tablets to
Boyfriend before have you?" She must have seen me gulp when she got the
pills out. And I am impressed that she remembered his history, how timid
he is and how difficult it might be.
She also remembered my RB whippets and mentioned some of them.

He's better than he was yesterday. He is only limping slightly, has an
appetite like a horse again and insisted on going out for an hour's rat
patrol tonight. Now he is very comfy back in the house on his donut bed.

TED asked me "Is he a fighter?" He is far from it. He's a pacifist or a
"big girl's blouse" however you want to put it. I prefer the former
description.
It was that horrible black cat, I tell you, attacking him in his own
garden, no doubt, like it used to do before. He would never cause
trouble himself, I know it.

Tweed

On Oct 31, 6:27 pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
Boyfie came in from rat patrol on Monday evening and went straight to bed
which is not unusual. What was a bit unusual was the look on his face. I
don't suppose anyone else would have noticed except me, who knows him so
well.
When he didn't get out of bed for his breakfast yesterday - well, that is
unheard of. As luck would have it I had the day off work so I could keep an
eye on him. When he *did* finally rise he could hardly put any weight on
one of his front legs.
A visit to TED, then. I picked him up but he clung on to his blanky with
the claws on his good foot and every time I disengaged them he managed to do
it again. Then he made a break for freedom from his carrier..
He wowled and shrieked all the way in the car.
He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect that
black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have had no
trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives nearby.

Anyway he got an antibiotic injection & a painkilling one. TED said it was
a very bad place to get bitten in, very painful for movement. She said "I
remember meeting Boyfriend before, I put his microchip in, he's such a
lovely cat." I was amazed that she could remember him, this is a big vet
hospital with a huge turnover of patients. He also got some antibiotic
tablets for 5 days. There is no way I could physically put them in his
mouth - it would still freak him out if I forced myself on him like that, so
his first dose this evening was crushed and hidden in some tiny pieces of
chicken breast with gravy which he scarfed down thinking his birthday had
come ;-)

The vet is really kind. She is sensitive not just to the patient, but to
the owner too. She said "I don't suppose you've had to give tablets to
Boyfriend before have you?" She must have seen me gulp when she got the
pills out. And I am impressed that she remembered his history, how timid he
is and how difficult it might be.
She also remembered my RB whippets and mentioned some of them.

He's better than he was yesterday. He is only limping slightly, has an
appetite like a horse again and insisted on going out for an hour's rat
patrol tonight. Now he is very comfy back in the house on his donut bed.

TED asked me "Is he a fighter?" He is far from it. He's a pacifist or a
"big girl's blouse" however you want to put it. I prefer the former
description.
It was that horrible black cat, I tell you, attacking him in his own garden,
no doubt, like it used to do before. He would never cause trouble himself,
I know it.

Tweed


What a great TED and it is good to know that the gallant Boyfie has
come through ok.

Will in New Haven

--

"Almost cut my hair It happened just the other day
It's gettin kinda long I coulda said it was in my way
But I didn't and I wonder why I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Cause I feel like I owe it to someone." "Almost Cut my Hair" by
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

"Kreisleriana" drtmuiratearthlink.net wrote in message
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Poor sweet Boyfie!! We are purring up a storm for him.


Boyfie says fangu vm auntie Theresa, I feels better dan yesday but my leg
hurts lotsie.
meowmie note I asked the vet if she thought it could be a fox injury as
it seemed so bad but she said not, the puncture wounds were not big enough
and there would been a lot more flesh damage.
Not that Boyfie would ever let himself be caught by a fox. He can fly like
the wind and climb like a monkey. I have 70 trees here. And he could poke
his claws into their eyes if he was pushed.
KFC is only allowed outside now under supervision. She would be a prime fox
target now, if we did indeed have cat-killing foxes in the area. Most foxes
do not but if a vixen feeding cubs happens on a kitten that's how it starts
and gets passed on through the generations.

Tweed

wrote in message
...
Christina Websell wrote:

He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect
that
black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have had
no
trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives nearby.

This sounds all too familiar - Smudge has come home with a bite on her
paw or (recently) an abcess on her chest. Bullies in the neighborhood...

It's a problem, isn't it, if there are bully cats in the neighbourhood?
(this one lives only two houses away) It used to even come into my house to
bully poor Boyfie until KFC lost her temper about it and really smashed him
up one day and it kept away until now.
You should have seen her do it! She chased that cat - more than twice her
size and in it's prime age-wise, she was around 19 - up the walls in my
kitchen, it fled outside with her after it and she sprang on to its back and
gave it a really good hiding. She beat it up in a serious way,
I have a feeling that this cat, THE ENEMY, has realised that Kitty is not up
to it any more and has come back to bully my gentle Boyfie who does not like
to fight.
This will be a problem. I shall have to think about solutions. Suggestions
welcomed.

Tweed

prrz fur him, Lee
Christina Websell wrote in message
...
Boyfie came in from rat patrol on Monday evening and went straight to bed
which is not unusual. What was a bit unusual was the look on his face. I
don't suppose anyone else would have noticed except me, who knows him so
well.
When he didn't get out of bed for his breakfast yesterday - well, that is
unheard of. As luck would have it I had the day off work so I could keep
an
eye on him. When he *did* finally rise he could hardly put any weight on
one of his front legs.
A visit to TED, then. I picked him up but he clung on to his blanky with
the claws on his good foot and every time I disengaged them he managed to
do
it again. Then he made a break for freedom from his carrier..
He wowled and shrieked all the way in the car.
He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect
that
black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have had no
trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives nearby.

Anyway he got an antibiotic injection & a painkilling one. TED said it
was
a very bad place to get bitten in, very painful for movement. She said "I
remember meeting Boyfriend before, I put his microchip in, he's such a
lovely cat." I was amazed that she could remember him, this is a big vet
hospital with a huge turnover of patients. He also got some antibiotic
tablets for 5 days. There is no way I could physically put them in his
mouth - it would still freak him out if I forced myself on him like that,
so
his first dose this evening was crushed and hidden in some tiny pieces of
chicken breast with gravy which he scarfed down thinking his birthday had
come ;-)

The vet is really kind. She is sensitive not just to the patient, but to
the owner too. She said "I don't suppose you've had to give tablets to
Boyfriend before have you?" She must have seen me gulp when she got the
pills out. And I am impressed that she remembered his history, how timid
he
is and how difficult it might be.
She also remembered my RB whippets and mentioned some of them.

He's better than he was yesterday. He is only limping slightly, has an
appetite like a horse again and insisted on going out for an hour's rat
patrol tonight. Now he is very comfy back in the house on his donut bed.

TED asked me "Is he a fighter?" He is far from it. He's a pacifist or a
"big girl's blouse" however you want to put it. I prefer the former
description.
It was that horrible black cat, I tell you, attacking him in his own
garden,
no doubt, like it used to do before. He would never cause trouble
himself,
I know it.

Tweed

Purrs on the way for a fast recovery.

When I had to give Samwise pulls I put it in a little moist food. Like a
kitty size meat ball. He thought he was getting a treat before he got fed.

Ann

--
read Sam's blog at http://kittens-3.blogspot.com/

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
Boyfie came in from rat patrol on Monday evening and went straight to bed
which is not unusual. What was a bit unusual was the look on his face. I
don't suppose anyone else would have noticed except me, who knows him so
well.
When he didn't get out of bed for his breakfast yesterday - well, that is
unheard of. As luck would have it I had the day off work so I could keep
an eye on him. When he *did* finally rise he could hardly put any weight
on one of his front legs.
A visit to TED, then. I picked him up but he clung on to his blanky with
the claws on his good foot and every time I disengaged them he managed to
do it again. Then he made a break for freedom from his carrier..
He wowled and shrieked all the way in the car.
He's been bitten through the shoulder joint by another cat. I suspect
that black one we call THE ENEMY who used to bully him although we have
had no trouble with him for the last couple of years he still lives
nearby.

Anyway he got an antibiotic injection & a painkilling one. TED said it
was a very bad place to get bitten in, very painful for movement. She
said "I remember meeting Boyfriend before, I put his microchip in, he's
such a lovely cat." I was amazed that she could remember him, this is a
big vet hospital with a huge turnover of patients. He also got some
antibiotic tablets for 5 days. There is no way I could physically put
them in his mouth - it would still freak him out if I forced myself on him
like that, so his first dose this evening was crushed and hidden in some
tiny pieces of chicken breast with gravy which he scarfed down thinking
his birthday had come ;-)

The vet is really kind. She is sensitive not just to the patient, but to
the owner too. She said "I don't suppose you've had to give tablets to
Boyfriend before have you?" She must have seen me gulp when she got the
pills out. And I am impressed that she remembered his history, how timid
he is and how difficult it might be.
She also remembered my RB whippets and mentioned some of them.

He's better than he was yesterday. He is only limping slightly, has an
appetite like a horse again and insisted on going out for an hour's rat
patrol tonight. Now he is very comfy back in the house on his donut bed.

TED asked me "Is he a fighter?" He is far from it. He's a pacifist or a
"big girl's blouse" however you want to put it. I prefer the former
description.
It was that horrible black cat, I tell you, attacking him in his own
garden, no doubt, like it used to do before. He would never cause
trouble himself, I know it.

Tweed