This week was a quest for my very life! No joke. Early last Friday my wife and I found ourselves about to give the largest of our rescued (December 2015 kittens) a necessary bath in the kitchen sink. In what seemed to be the longest minute of our lives we fought and struggled to soon see the sink bottom red with blood-our blood. Scotchy was a biting scratching machine every micro-second of that minute. At least we got all our blood washed out of his tail before we let him go.
After letting him go we gazed upon each other bewildered at what just happened. My wife received several bites and numerous scratches on both arms and hands, mine were confined to primarily my left appendage that appeared to be his “chew toy” for the moment. We both went to urgent care independently that day, I went early she went later. Over the weekend her wounds appeared to be healing while the one on my knuckles were not. By Monday morning I was in our doctors office on a different antibiotic and instructions to follow. That night she took me to the emergency room.
After a day in the hospital with an IV and little improvement I went into surgery. I was released late Thursday night and saw the hand specialist this morning again. It turns out that the bite went down to the tendon and joint where no amount of antibiotics would be able to reach. Infections can be life-threatening. I know after witnessing my Mother and my wife both having close calls with death from tiny infections and now firsthand from mine.
The moral of the story if you will is a few things: Never grab a cat by the tail as Buck Owens said in “I’ve got a tiger by the tail” I won’t be much when you get through with me. Don’t assume a feral cat will respond like a domestic one. Take precautions and remember that water is the greatest fear of most cats.
I was deep in prayer as I fought for my life and many friends were also keeping me in their prayers during this perilous time and it’s not over yet. I’ll be on antibiotics for nearly a month yet and start physical therapy next week because I’ve been unable to move the two center fingers since the incident. Several people are telling me that’s an expensive cat you have there and “get rid of it.” But he doesn’t realize he did anything wrong; how can you blame him?