Last update for a day or two (at least). Solomon's home from the vet with a little tube in his chest, to drain out the infection. He'll have to keep it in for five days, which means he won't be able to go outside. He apparently despises Robyn now. Robyn's pretty committed to keeping him an indoor/outdoor cat permanently, though, despite all these problems. Nothing I can really do about that, myself, and I can see her point anyway, but I do hope he gets more careful, the punk. I probably won't be able to see him again in person before Monday. But at least he seems to be out of danger.
Thanks again.
Thanks again.
About a month ago, my mom got a call from an animal shelter that found one of my cats that had run away/got lost/whatever 4 or so years ago. Apparently, some lady was taking care of a group of cats (but not doing a very good job) and turned them all in when she got tired of it. My mom picked him up from the shelter, got him his shots at the vet, and he died that same day. Fortunately, I wasn't there to witness any of this, so the impact on me was less than on her.