This is my big, beautiful, blue-eyed Bailey-Boy, who is so sweet and gentle and never bites or scratches. Some of you have met him before. Well I met him yesterday in a way that I had NEVER met him before!
Yeooowww!! -- that's Bailey! Owww! --that's me! I accidentally stepped full weight, (but no shoes) on his tail. Poor boy! He shot off and moped under the kitchen table for the rest of the day. After checking on him, I could see no harm done, then I saw the blood dripping down my leg. I cleaned my wounds very thoroughly. No big deal! Just a cat bite, I thought -- well, a LARGE cat bite. He weighs almost twenty pounds.
This was the bite this morning, when I thought it would probably be OK. Sorry for the rather unsightly view of my leg. You're supposed to be looking at the bite any way!
Look at the size of that bite!! Two front fangs, two inches apart. I told you he is a BIG cat!
But by noon that bite was looking like this!
So right after I had taken my Bible Class, I went to the doctor. He told me that there is only one bite worse than a cat's bite and that's a human's bite.
So on to anti-biotics I must go. Oh no! Can I please have a shot instead? I'd rather have a shot than take antibiiotics which will just make me feel sick all week.
Sorry, no can do. A shot dissolves into your system too quickly and a cat's teeth are so sharp that any infection goes down deep into the wound and the infection would just emerge later, even if I did think I had cleaned it really, really well. Then they would have to cut it open to get out all the infection.
Ah well! Antibiotics it is. Yuck!
So hereby endeth the Tale of a Tail.