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Oh, and Can’t Hark, I had noticed that. The recommendations thingie. I think it’s because I turned off ratings on the main posts, so it doesn’t know about any new posts since then.

I really wasn’t fishing for ass-pats on my posts. I put the rating widget in because I enjoy uprating comments. But it’s a flakey dingus and I keep meaning to remove it completely.

what’s this about ass-pats? sounds sexist to me!

Why wasn’t I informed sooner!

Hope young Jack gets better, speaking as a person who agonizes when ‘small dog’ slips past us at the castle gate and wanders the vast 1/6 acre in search of edibles.

We have been through the “There ain’t room enough in this here neighborhood fur the both of us” thing with our cat. In his case, he got bitten in the butt and it got infected. Off to the Vet for him. Being the disagreeable type, he got knockout drops from the Vet who then proceeded to shave him from the waist down looking for bites under his long white fur.
When he came home, mucho dinero later, he looked for all the world like he was running around in a white T-shirt and socks…with no pants. It was hilarious! Even better, if we laughed when he came into a room, he backed out!

FWIW, we have found that rolling a pill in a scrape of butter seems to make pill-taking into a not-unhappy experience, if followed by some distraction petting 😉

It’s a liquid pipette, so I just have to prize his jaws open and not miss.

S’why I kept my girl inside…always. She was badass enough to keep 2 Rottweilers and a yellow lab terrified of her. As she got older (and I suspect a bit senile) leaving the house became terrifying for her. She didn’t see a vet for the last 5 years of her life (she was an only child by then). The last time I took her to the vet, she peed herself in her carrier, was tachycardic to the point the vet was worried and had a massive fur drop such that it looked like a fur bomb went off when we opened her carrier. The vet treated her for the suspected bladder infection and said “don’t do this to her again.” I agreed. She died in her sleep almost 3 years ago. I miss her terribly.

My last cat, NoNuts, started appearing out of the bushes at the very moment I would get home each day. Then I noticed a split ear. Then, one morning as I was trying to get him to go outside as I left for work, he wouldn’t budge. Finally figured out there was a big fat tabby that hung out by the front door every morning just to whoop his ass and take his lunch money. I started letting the dog out for a few minutes first each morning, and Nelson Muntz the Tabby found a new playmate.

Oh—poor Jack. I hope he feels better soon (and that you feed him all his favorite special treats).

My strawberry blonde goes crazy once in a while, bites me, and runs off. I’ve no idea why, but she’s a cat. She doesn’t need a reason why.

My cats have always been indoor cats. Generally, if there are two, they get along after a short time, or ignore each other. The current two feline thugs met, sniffed each other and walked warily for a while, but within an hour they were sitting in the window, together, watching squirrels. So I’ve been lucky.

Bites marks from other cats get infected but not scratches (from what I understand) so it was probably not Charlotte. My male cat likes to tackle his younger friends and bite them on the back of the neck so it could be a male cat.

Ah! Thanks for the explanation, Sweas! (And apologies that I’m acknowledging so late–the last two days have been filled with people calling with urgent needs for advice that require actual research to answer, so I haven’t had much time for socializing.)