Merde, merde and thrice merde. You are not going to believe this.
The VERY DAY that I posted about Rodan going out scrapping and injuring his face, Louis Catorze decided to go out to the Zone Libre looking normal (well, “normal” by his standards, anyway) and return home looking like this:
This wasn’t caused by fighting. I would almost – ALMOST – have a wispy filament of admiration for Catorze had he been standing up for a noble cause, such as defending his fiefdom. This was self-inflicted, which is probably a sign that the little sod needs another steroid shot soon.
Feline bullshittery is so much easier to deal with when there are two of us here, but Cat Daddy left for New York half an hour after we discovered Catorze’s wound. (This was a planned trip, by the way; he didn’t decide to cross an ocean just to get away from Catorze, although I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had.) I really don’t want to have to deal with vet visits, Cônes and medication by myself, yet I may not have much option.
Oh, and I’m due to have another surgery (wisdom teeth this time) next week. This was meant to be my peaceful week preparing for it.
Bastard cats, the lot of them. And Chats Noirs are the worst.
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