Cat scratch fever
Friday, February 24, 2023
I can’t leave him alone.
Again, I booked an early morning flight. That meant little sleep followed by waking up the Tasmanian devil, aka my daughter. Then dealing with morning traffic to the airport, then check in (my bag was 2 lbs over weight limit and she made me transfer a few things to my other bag, annoying), then security, then sitting there bored until the boarding.
When we landed, I couldn’t wait to get home. After dragging my heavy, broken wheel suitcase to the parking garage, we finally were on our way home. Of course, I didn’t get any reprieve, I had to immediately unpack my laptop and work.
Then, I my boyfriend showed me his hand.
While we were gone, my boyfriend was tasked with checking in on my daughter’s cat, Ozzy. Ozzy is almost a year old, he has yet to get his fuzzy nuts cut off, and him and our two other cats, Jack and Sally, do NOT get along. That means that Ozzy spends most of his time in my daughter’s room. When I’m working from home, the other two sleep in my bedroom and I let Ozzy out to roam. When they’re all in the same room, it doesn’t take long for a cat fight to start, especially between Ozzy and Sally. My theory is that, even though Sally is fixed, Ozzy still has mating urges. It may confuse him that she’s female but doesn’t go into heat. I’m, obviously, not a vet, so it’s just a theory.
Anyway, on Monday, Ozzy was meowing, missing my daughter, and the boyfriend felt bad and let him out. Then went and did his own thing and left all three cats in the same room, alone. Not the wisest idea. When he came downstairs, Ozzy and Sally were on the verge of a fight. He shooed off the older two, and that’s when Ozzy struck. But he didn’t strike Sally. Nope. He went completely psycho on the boyfriend. The boyfriend said that he’s never seen a cat act like that before. By the time he was finally able to get Ozzy off of him and shooed back to my daughter’s room, he was left with a lot of DEEP bites and scratches.
By the time I got home on Friday, they were infected. Why? Because my… umm… how do I say this nicely?… dumbass boyfriend just put ointment on the cuts. WITHOUT cleaning them out first. I basically yelled at him. He said he thought the antibiotic ointment would be enough. His had had doubled in size by the time we got home. I told him that he basically locked all of the germs in. Peroxide is my best friend. So I introduced them.
I don’t know how he’d survive without me.