Well, this explains a lot. Those late night crazies? They’re really doing epic battle with tiny, invisible, sock-stealing ninjas! Who knew?
Gracie seems to like her recent body modification. The shaved butt look is SO shocking. I think she likes the tail part especially. And she’s still sporting her purple stitches. They’re half fallen out now and all frayed on the ends, so they look like purple feathers. VERY punk.
I think those are a few threads stuck to her fur, too.
Here she is enjoying her toys. She’s loving that cardboard squid thing.
It’s been nearly two weeks since Gracie had minor surgery to clean out an abscessed wound. We put liquid antibiotics in her water. After a few days wearing the hated cone of shame and being trapped indoors, she was starting to lose her will to live. After 5 days we took the hood off and watched her like hawks. She was so happy to be able to clean herself! And she stayed away from licking her wounds. Such a good patient she turned out to be! On day 7 we let her outside, and she was SOOO happy!
She was so occupied with being outside again, she didn’t even think about her stitches. Now the fuzz is growing back on her butt, and the dissolvable stitches are still in place, but we think they’ll fall out any day now.
The stitches are purple! How colorful for a little lady.
When we bought this property just under 10 years ago, there was an old park bench sitting out there. God knows how long it’d been out before we got it, but it was pretty weathered. We moved it to a new spot. Over the years I’d made a couple of repairs, securing loose slats with leather ties.
But recently it’s been leaning dramatically, more and more as the slats rot.
And then the slats themselves rotted through and started falling down.
Something had to be done. Rather than buy another new bench, we re-purposed the old supports. First it had to be disassembled:
Rich got some 1x2s and began putting it back together:
All finished! I wonder how long this one will last out in the elements?
Next up at Altamira: Gracie had surgery.
She’d been messing with butt near the base of her tail for some weeks. There was a cut, and it seemed to heal, then she’d bite it open, and pus would come out. Then it would seem to heal again, and on and on this cycle went for a few weeks.
Since she’s semi-feral, and we can’t even pick her up, let alone shove her in a carrier, we put off considering a vet visit, hoping she’d fight off the infection herself. Even if by some miracle we could get her there, how would we get medicine down her throat?
Finally we called the vet and laid out the situation and asked their advice. They said to get a live animal trap and bring her in and they could handle it from there. So I emailed around and found a trap I could borrow (Thanks, Jimmy & Marge!).
It looked SO harsh and medieval, though. So the next morning Rich figured it couldn’t hurt to try scruffing her and shoving her in the carrier before she knew what was happening. We’d get one chance. She was still sleepy, and amazingly, it WORKED! So off to the vet we went.
Turned out she did have a cut, and it was abscessed. They got her all cleaned up and ready to come home the same day. Here she is, all looped up and bleary-eyed from anesthesia, wearing the cone of shame. She was walking around like a drunken sailor, weaving around and bumping into walls. Poor dear!
Longleat Safari Park’s four Amur tigers made the most of the snowy conditions during a cold spell and were even presented with a snowman to play with specially made by safari park keepers.
A cat encounters snow for the very first time.
This poor pug keeps looking at the camera: “Can’t you do something about this?”