One of our cats had an accident tonight. Or maybe I did. Or maybe we both did. Shit.
He was attempting to be all alpha cat and, instead of going through a door, he decided to linger to prove he was the boss instead of continuing on to the room where he was going to get fed.
I have one cat who is on a special diet and had just fed her. He was trying to try to let her know her dinner was his if he wanted it.
I was distracted. He usually goes straight towards his food after I feed her and I went along with what would have been the routine. He just has to make some kind of show about his domination every single meal. But this time he wanted to really be the bully and hovered near the door. But that wasn’t his MO, so I…
I shut the door on his tail, which caused what they call de-sheathing. Just a small amount, but by the time we caught him, the fur and skin on his tail had rolled up to expose quite a bit of bone.
I rushed him to the ER. They said the only thing they could do was amputate.
So I let them.
I feel horrible tonight. Like gut-punch sick about it. He’s got a bandage, a cone and a stub, only about half of his former tail.
And what is he doing right afterwards?
Purr purr rub rub purr purr purr
Which makes me feel even worse, somehow. I am feeling the self-loathing mightily about now…