Forget that Macavity guy...

My Daulton is a most extraordinary cat. The other day I noticed he had a 1" diameter spot on his side licked free of fur. I suspect it was caused by a spider bite (something similar had happened to my past beloved cat, Rebel Without Claws). The bare patch was not bloody, did not look infected, but I still put some Neosporin on it. And Daulton decided to lick the spot anew. And when I tried to stop him, verbally and manually, he gave me a fresh and stinkiest stink-eye possible before escaping.

So, I decided to purchase a cat collar to prevent him from licking the spot. I found a pliable one, less Cone of Shame and more Collar of Inconvenience. I rush ordered it. And when I put it on Daulton, he did his best impression of me dancing, rearing up, struggling for balance, trying to escape attention. And, being Jewish and descended from one of Houdini's assistant felines (hello, milk can trick demands kitty attendants!!), he got out of the collar in a matter of seconds. I tried a second time. He was free even faster.

Sigh. I gave in. And, after examining the bare patch, saw it was more a pale scab last night. I still added more ointment. But he seems no worse for the experience. In fact, to make amends, I fed him tiny portions of medium rare filet mignon last night. He approved.



Oh, and I sent off the first four chapters to the S&S editor. And worked on a post-apocalyptic Mummers story for E. Sedia. And now back to Lethe work. Many books, so little time.