April 18th, 2013



We had a bit of an adventure last night. Well, actually, by "we," I mean Page. The weather was warm enough for us to leave the balcony door open in case she wanted to go outside, and that's how one of the neighborhood cats got in. It was a cute little gray and white thing, but Page didn't care. There was a fight. From what I know about Page, I'm pretty sure she initiated it, but neither of us saw when it started, so who can say for sure?

I just heard a bunch of noises, and I didn't think anything of it until it kept going on. Then I heard cats screaming, and it still took me a second to realize it was taking place in our kitchen area. So I finally broke up the fight. Our visitor ran outside, and Page ran into the spare bedroom. I followed her so I could remove the clump of gray fur that was hanging from her mouth, and then I went back to the kitchen to throw it away. The visitor was still nearby, looking in. I said, "You're still hanging around?" and it left.

We didn't think much of it until about an hour later when Page came out of hiding and Collapse )

She seemed to be doing better this morning, and she's been improving throughout the day. We went to counseling and I mentioned it to our counselor, so she immediately emailed her husband, who happens to be a veterinarian, and he said to just clean it with some hydrogen peroxide and she'll be fine. So on the way home, we swung by Mom's house to pick up some hydrogen peroxide, and I tried to use it on her, but she very quickly moved away. Our attitude is that we don't want to make her any more uncomfortable than she already is, but we'll keep an eye on it and maybe try again with the disinfectant later.

Today I'm thankful for Page being okay, getting some advice from a veterinarian, managing to get through Halloween Town without too much trouble, Mom being willing to drive us around and give us a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and getting the paperwork we needed.