Little Tippy has once again required an emergency trip to the vet and now has a lovely collar to wear for 10 days. On Monday night, unbeknownst to us, she was attacked by an animal with canine teeth, according to the vet. Now that could be a dog, or possum, or raccoon. She came in the house in a rush like something had scared her, and we did not see her at breakfast the next morning. I knew then something was wrong, and feel very badly for not checking her out when she came in the house Monday night. When I picked her up Tuesday morning, I felt that a chunk of her back leg was missing. She ran away and hid under the bed. Paul got her out and took her to the vet. Just like the last time she was injured, she developed an infection with a very high fever. She spent 2 nights at the vet and has stitches up the back of her leg, in her hamstring area.
Surprisingly, she hates her collar (a nice blue bandanna pattern) and quite nimbly can reach the stitches to give them a yank before she tips over. She's one unhappy kitty now; just wait till tomorrow when she learns she can't go out.
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