Saturday started out pretty dry. Then Boz limped through the door. I carefully picked him up to discover what I can only describe as a "blown-out paw pad". No details as I have recently discovered the floor is solid. Once the wooziness passed, I yelled for George and it was "game on" and a call to action! George is a self-professed non-animal lover. Yeah, right. He lifts the cover at night so Sofie can curl next to him, feeds them every morning and has three draped on his chair as they all watch TV. Anyway...he sees the damaged paw, runs for the first aid kit, the phone to call the vet and the small "miner's lamp" so I can see to do the first aid. I'm still reeling from the initial shock and I have to wrap that? I can't even kill a spider and I will now play doctor. Got it. I'm good. I wonder if there's anything with grain alcohol handy...hmmm? 

    George gathers all the "surgery" material and I gingerly lay Boz on the couch. He's looking at me as if I've lost my mind (Boz not George). I suppose it has something to do with the fact my eyes are still crossed from that first glance at the injury. I take a deep breath and go for it. I am so scared I'm going to hurt him. I wrap and tape and smile at my finished product. Boz hasn't made a sound so we're "good to go". George looks for the keys to warm the truck (the cat can't ride in a cold truck) and I look for the carrier. We're finally both prepared for our boys' trip and there he sits...bandageless.

    Alrighty...Mama can do this. Where's my drink? Oh, I don't have one. So, I wrapped and taped and taped and wrapped and it ain't coming off this time. A few minutes later and the deed is done. Gosh...cats are tough little creatures. I'm in awe. I would've passed out. But, Boz goes along with the "wanna be doctor and assistant" and I don't think he wanted to hurt our feelings by yanking it off again.

    He was operated on and recuperated nicely. He was given extra attention and tidbits (since we all know tidbits speed recovery). He actually had stitches for two weeks but they're out now and he has healed fantastically despite having the FIV. We have two wonderful, caring vets...we love them dearly.