Cleo’s inside
My sweet Manx-cross Cleo was injured last night. He is inside the house now. Cleo has lived outside (his choice, certainly not mine!) for over ten years. The barn where he is used to living has been rennovated into a three story home. He has an injury to his eye and he was caked with mud. I gave him a bath, and he was feeling so punky, he allowed it.
Cleo has only been inside a few times in his life and he was miserable, yowling and tearing the walls, launching himself off the walls and nonstop crying. His meow is as raspy as his sandpaper tongue. But, now he is calm as toast, another indication that he isn’t feeling well.
I gave him antibiotics and put salve in his eye. I want to go and check on him, but know if I do, this might just set him off into a crying fit. I know he can’t get out of the room, and he has all he needs up there. So I will just wait.
When I saw him caked with mud, I knew he had been rolled by a bully. I haven’t seen any new cats in the area, but now I know, there is one and it is a tom.