Monday, April 15, 2013
I'm getting geared up mentally for the SCBWI conference this weekend, but Bandit is not cooperating. Last Tuesday, he went into surgery to have a tumor removed from his tail and other things (dental cleaning and check up and nails trimmed). The surgery went fine, but poor Bandit came home wearing one of those cone collars. The vet staff, not understanding Bandit's contortion skills, gave him the smallest collar that they thought would work. The incision on his tail looked horrible. Six stitches resembling something from Frankenstein. On Wednesday, Bandit decided it was time to remove the stitches. I thought I would have a stroke. He has this gaping incision, hanging open and bleeding. Ok, I'll save the gory details! Another trip to the vet. He had successfully removed 4 of the 6 stitches. They could not replace them without putting him out again. The vet elected to leave as is, so now, I have the pleasure of cleaning, medicating and wrapping his tail daily. And as a bonus for such good behavior, Bandit received a bigger cone collar. Now the furniture, doorways, and my legs are banged every time he walks by. It is funny to watch the cats grow three sizes when he walks into a room! Five more days until this nightmare is over...unless the incision hasn't healed enough. If that happens, I may need to be sent to a home for some mental recovery time.