He is one of the outside kitties and got the Funny Face nickname because of his silly look and his little grey goatee and his big ole ears!
Especially a cutie when he was little and hadn't grown into those ears!
When I was feeding the outside kitties on Sunday evening, I noticed that Face was walking rather carefully with one of his rear legs sticking out. So when they finished eating and moved out into the yard I got my next-door neighbor's dog cage and put it near the back door where I keep a box for the cats to curl up in. I put in towels and covered the sides with towels to help keep out the cold. I rigged the door with a bungie cord so I could shut it quickly should Face get inside.
On Monday he showed up to eat breakfast, still sticking that foot out, but nobody wanted to get inside the cage, even with food inside. But Monday evening the little stinker got in! I was hiding and watching from the sun room so I was able to slap that door shut! Quick like a bunny!
Face settled down, didn't go nuts and try to hurl himself against the cage walls. Thank goodness. I could see a sore area on his leg, right near that backwards knee.
Come Tuesday morning, we took him to Oliver's vet.
Oliver interlude.... I wanted to go too 'cause I like to get wrapped up in a towel to ride to the kitty doctor, and because they are so nice to me. But, alas, they left me behind and only took that outside kitty. (Sad meowzer) But he didn't get wrapped up in a towel -- he went in a big cage that belongs to my next-door dog doodle, Sadie.
I looked out that hole in the door and watched them leave....
That hole is really funny -- almost every day somebody throws stuff through it.
I bet it's that dog doodle Sadie.
Face was so good. Of course the vet helper had a good hand on his scruff so he stayed still while the vet cleaned his wound. It was pretty yucky.
And then we discovered that the wound went all the way though to the other side. Poor guy. No wonder he was looking so sad. The vet injected an antibiotic that stays in their system several days -- meaning that we didn't have to apply anything to Face's foot (that might not have been such a pretty sight since I failed to mention that Face is not only an outside kitty, he is a feral outside kitty. Double yikes. Hands have never touched him, except when he was a tiny newborn and we had to move them.
So now he is in the cage (outfitted with a potty and towels) and on the sun porch so he's inside out of the cold. After a couple more days, we'll let him back outside. But in the meantime, we're getting lots of pets in through the cage bars and hoping he remembers how we cared for him when he was hurt.
The potty takes up a lot of room but Face doesn't seem to mind. He's got plenty of curling up room.
On a positive note, the vet said he thought Face would be a good candidate for being more friendly -- he said that when a wound is on the leg it means that he was trying to get away, rather than being the aggressor where a wound would more probably be on the upper body or head.
And of course he has lived in our yard for almost nine months now! So we have high hopes for Mr. Funny Face!
Meanwhile Oliver is very interested in the kitty in the cage! But, of course, before I could snap a pic, he was in snooze mode on the bed.
Oh no's -- I lost my ears!
Whew, they're back.... I have to rest a bit after that scare!
Thought fur sure I was gonna have to go to the kitty doctor too!