Speaking of tasty...
Poor Francis. He has turned into a man-eater. Specifically he's a woman eater. A Me-eater.
Poor cat. I've just had him to the vet on an emergency visit. Francis has been fine, but noticed this afternoon, he was walking with his tail *down* and he would not let anyone near his tail to investigate. Looked like a broken tail. I rang the vet, described Francis's symptoms. Vet agreed either a possible broken tail or an abscess.
So I bundled one upset and sore cat into a carrier & took him off to the vet. Francis cried on the trip there, poor boy. The vet was Mr Kennedy, who is a very good, caring vet. In the exam room, I held the end of Francis with the teeth, Mr Kennedy examined to sore end.
To be fair to Francis, and to Mr Kennedy - Mr K was trying to be as gentle as he could be but unfortunately Francis did not appreciate this *at all* Francis gave due warning: several times, long and loud. Hissing, spitting, growling, it all came long & loud. Alas, when he'd had enough, it was my hand he chewed down on. And boy, can Francis chew down hard. So I have several deep bite marks in my right hand. These have been washed thoroughly and had much alcohol on and in them, so I'm hoping there's nothing nasty going to fester. My hand is a tad swollen though. I can't be mad at him, as he only bit because he was in pain and frightened at being prodded about on the sore bit. It is one nasty-looking abscess on his tail. If it were me, I think I'd have done the same.
Francis now has a tail with a large bald patch on it and has had an injection of long-lasting antibiotic and painkiller.
He's looking a bit perkier already.