The cats were all acting normally. They had eaten. I didn’t know where the blood had come from.
Larry and I looked around, and we found blood drops and specks in four different rooms in the house. The scariest sight was in the kitty Zen room. Blood was on the floor, with splatters on the wall above it.
The blood hadn’t been there the night before. It definitely looked like someone had been injured during the night. The blood splattered on the wall made us think there had been a cat fight. But we hadn’t heard anything. And the cats had never drawn blood before.
I called into work and told them I’d be late. We checked all three cats—no blood, no injuries. No sign of blood in the litter box. No blood on any of the places where they slept or looked out the windows. So where had it all come from?
I worried all day. Someone had been hurt. That really couldn’t be denied. But who?
I knew that a wound could easily become an abscess. My first cat Waddles had apparently gotten bitten by another cat in the shelter before I adopted her. A small scab became a huge abscess, and she had to have surgery.
I wanted to keep that from happening now. But which cat did I take to the vet?
Larry checked them during the day and watched them. He found nothing, and they were acting normally. When I got home, I started examining them again.
Natasha was sitting on the window seat in the bedroom. I ran my fingers through her fur on top of her head and felt something. I pulled a claw out of her fur. It looked like one of the claws that cats shed.
In the light from the window, I saw a maroonish spot on her head. I wiped it off with a damp cloth. Blood.
Larry and I couldn’t see any wound. And she didn’t appear to be hurting or sick. She played and ate. But I wanted to be sure she was OK.
So the next morning, Larry took her to the vet. She found a scratch on the edge of Natasha’s left ear, in an area that would bleed a lot. The blood would probably splatter on a nearby wall if Natasha had shaken her head.
Natasha’s temperature was borderline. It may or may not have been related to the wound. But as a precaution, the vet gave her a long-lasting antibiotic shot.
And Natasha is fine. There is no swelling on her ear. She’s acting like Natasha.
|Natasha sitting in the living room in April.|
I don’t know how she got hurt. I suppose it’s possible she scratched herself. But most likely she and either Abbey or Connor were swatting each other or fighting.
I feel so guilty that she was injured sometime that night and I didn’t hear it. I didn’t know she was hurt. And I was reminded again how cats can hide their hurts and illnesses.
So mystery solved, kind of. We know where the blood came from, just not what led up to the injury.
I’m just thankful she’s OK.