I posted last evening, and then deleted the post (SueK– thanks for your concern), about Tiger being in the hospital. He’s back on the Farm now, confined– cone & all– to the Workshop.
Apparently, Tiger got into fight defending the joint from an intruder. His cheek was punctured in two places, and while the superficial wound healed, the germs from that filthy rotten, no good piece of s^*t animal who was so stupid it couldn’t perceive that Tiger is a Lover, not a Fighter, had been deposited and were multiplying like mad beneath Tiger’s skin.
Out of respect for the squeamish, I’ll say no more above the fold.
Under kitty anesthesia, the vet lanced the abscess, drained as much of the infection’s puss as he could, inserted a drainage tube into Tiger’s cheek, and stapled him up. He goes back Monday to have various nonbiological things removed. Meanwhile, he’s going to settle into the Workshop for much of the duration. And take his medicine. Twice a day.
He looks a mess, but honestly– and despite his displeasure with the cone– he’s in better spirits than he was yesterday. I imagine his face doesn’t hurt as it did.
The vet noted once again that Tiger had been shot at (bb pellets under his skin).