We all know Buster is just awesome. Totally awesome.
But apparently he's also a bit of scrapper. As with most outdoor cats, he got himself into a bit of a fight. Nothing out of the ordinary for a kitty like him. He gets new scrapes and such quite often. He's territorial so he's probably the one who starts them.
But this time he got a big ole bite on his paw. He was limping a little bit a few days ago but it got much worse last night. We had an appointment for him to see the vet on Monday but suddenly didn't want to wait. So my awesome vet had me drop him off today so they could fit him in between appointments.
It seems that because the bite was on the paw, there's very little room there for a wound to swell so it hurts quite a bit. They have him on antibiotics now and are getting him thoroughly vaccinated. He was already vaccinated for FIV and Kitty Leukimia so those shouldn't be an issue but they're testing just to make sure.
He cried last night when we locked him in the laundry room. He does not like to be trapped at all. But I didn't want to risk him getting into another fight with a raccoon or something while he was injured. And since it would be too easy for him to escape the laundry room (it's our main point of entrance and exit from the house), we decided to leave him at the vet for a few days. He'll get his meds and we'll try to lock him in the laundry room for a few more days when he gets back, but we'll see how long that lasts.
So yeah, he's fine, but he's not here. Kinda sucks.