A few days ago I heard a massive cat fight going on somewhere in the neighbourhood. Now I have reason to believe that Ares was involved.
He’s a fine cat. 6 years old or so, sleek, well-muscled, friendly and cuddly — when he’s home.
But he’s also a very outdoorsy cat who disappears for a couple of days at a time, and who has more than once demonstrated his excellent hunting skills.
Unfortunately he also fights. Perhaps Ares (the god of war) wasn’t the best name for him … Just a few weeks ago I noticed he was lying very quietly on the couch, with puncture wounds in his head. They were very fresh.
I packed him up and took him to the vet who prescribed antibiotics. I’m glad to say, he’s fairly easy to give pills to.
So, a couple of days ago I noticed some suspicious stains on the duvet cover, and then spotted a small open wound on Ares’ back. I tried to wash it, but he thought that was a particularly bad idea and was clearly distressed. As soon as he’d eaten he disappeared — and didn’t come back till last night.
This time I didn’t try to clean the wound, but shone a torch on it while he was (ravenously) eating. Now I know why he didn’t want me cleaning up: the wound is quite big. Someone’s taken a finger tip sized chunk of flesh out of his back. It’s not at all the small claw or tooth puncture I thought it was.
We locked the cat flap so it was ‘in’ only, and kept him in last night. Since we have 3 cats though, the whole night long one or other of them would hook the flap open with a claw, and then let it bang shut when they couldn’t figure out how to get through. Bang bang bang, all night.
About 5 am I went to see who needed to go out. Although I didn’t have the light on, I could see it wasn’t one of ours. Olive was lying on a dog bed half a metre from the cat flap, Aphra was across the room. No, it was a friendly neighbourhood ginger cat who was flicking the flap. I let him out.
Now the dogs are up, and Ares is shut in the lounge until it’s time to go see ‘Uncle Mike’ or one of the others at Central Vet.