May 13, 2005
The Sharpest Claw
I've started to let the big gray cat come inside and walk around for a bit. This disconcerts the other cats, and so there's usually not much wandering for long. At any rate, I'd need the cat checked out to make sure it didn't have anything it could pass on to the tabbies.
This is a big cat, the size of a small dog, really. It might be a Maine Coon. It's got really big paws and some serious teeth. It's friendly enough with me, certainly insistent about wanting to be fed. But I'm more cautious with this one than with the other, more domesticated furballs that go about the backyard. It's got a collar, but no tag, and I'm beginning to think it's been abandoned.
I wasn't so cautious last night. After making the rounds, Big Cat leapt up on the bed and purred away, pretty as you please. I leaned in a little too close and it got spooked and swatted me on the jaw. After a judicious cleansing with Betadine and application of Neosporin, I should be okay.
Apparently we're still on friendly terms; it's just that there are limits. The cat tilted its head up and let me pat its head before it ran out the back door and into the night.
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