Manasse waddles to the kitchen on unsteady legs, having just been turned into the feline equivalent of a eunuch. He looks a fright: his fur stands up in peaks, and because he's white, the wound on his hindquarters shows up very bloody and red indeed. He can't take two steps without falling over, but I've never seen a cat more headstrong: he insisted on going to the toilet earlier, even if the effort made him puke, and now he's heading for the breakfast bowl, despite the vet's warning that he shouldn't eat or drink before tonight.
He's also not allowed to lick the wound, but how do you stop a cat from grooming?
I missed my first anniversary on LJ last year. Now I've missed my second, too: it was 3 days ago. Does my missing it twice in a row make it a tradition already?
In other news: Manasse is up and about, and this has created a definite problem. Leila, who up until this morning was his best friend and surrogate mother, and who is No. 1 Cat in my household, has turned against him big time. She's attacked him so viciously, I had to lock her in the spare room, where I can still hear her hissing and spitting. She even lunged at me! She's never done that. Me and Leila, we're bestest buddies -- or at least, I thought so. Manasse is bleeding again, and very distressed. He's in the hall, sitting watch outside Leila's room, and crying plaintively -- I never knew he could make that much noise!
And the weirdest thing: Clio, who ordinarily can't stand him, although she's keeping her distance, hasn't engaged in any open hostilities...yet. What's going on here? Why have my cats suddenly swapped personalities? And how do I best protect Manasse while he needs time to heal?