Misery is catching

We found out this weekend that my husband’s cat has an abcess on his hindquarters.  We’d noticed that he was limping slightly and licking that area constantly and when we looked more closely there was obvious swelling.

The Spouse took him to the vet immediately.  They discovered the abcess, and performed surgery to drain it.  They stitched it up and left a plastic tube in so that the wound could drain if necessary.  They sent the poor cat home with one of those cone collars on.  By the time he’d gotten home he had it off.  We put it on again and got it off in seconds.   The third time we got it on to stay.

Since then he wanders around the house yowing.  The Spouse feels bad for him.  I feel bad for him.  The cone freaks out my cat and she’s been very skittish.  One cat collar has affected our whole household.

We’re hoping that the vet will allow us to take the collar off today when they take out the drain, although we don’t think it’s likely, because he’ll still have stitches.  I don’t think I’d have the heart to put it back on if we take it off.  I’m not sure he’s ever going to forgive us as it is.