Oliver isn’t just a cat, he’s an image of hope. He’s only a kitten, but he’s been through a lot. And now 3 days after the attack he is giving as much love… maybe even more then he did before. His life is awkward now , having to wear a disc around his neck for 10 days and every time another cat sees him they hiss and swat at him. As I write this I struggle to see over his giant blue dish.
This morning I could hear him heading to the litter box. I listened as the dish tripped his every 3rd step. Finally he was there and did his business. Then I heard meowing followed by limped walking. I had assumed that it was the sounds you were supposed to hear form a cat with a dish (move tail off keyboard and push disk out of my view) I heard him walk to the door and meow some more, then he walk back to where I was sitting and meowed. I turned around and too my surprise that disk had made it over one of his front legs (stopping for a sec to pet him) making it a lot harder for him to walk. When I saw this vision, the words slipped out of my mouth “you poor unfortunate soul”.
But he really isn't, if anything he is probably pretty lucky, after being the only cat to come down with a flu and get attacked by a killer raccoon and surviving to tell the tale, with battle wounds all over his body to boot!
I saw him looking at Winston today I think I could actually see some jealousy in his eyes as Winston cleaned between each toe with care and precision. I down sized him to a red vest but Zelda is still scared of him. Not so much now that she actually sneaks up behind him to get a swat or two in before I drench her with the spray bottle.
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