
Something snagged the Invadercat here a while back, tore him up badly and took out one eye. He hung around here a week-or-so for food, didn’t appear to be getting worse. But then he vanished, as he’s always been prone to do. I know he was getting food at one of the ranches around here, probably several.
But once he left he hasn’t been back. Might be one of the other folks who’ve been feeding him took him to a vet and had him doctored, or maybe something got him in the woods. Life’s dangerous enough in the real world for a cat with two good eyes and no serious injuries.
Meanwhile, Ms Tabby’s having worse than her usual battle with spring and summer leg and skin troubles. Getting welts from either cactus, or fire ants on her legs, belly and tail. I see her crouched in the meadow stalking things in places where I know there are fire ant beds, so that might be the problem. But she’s looking worse now than anytime since she’s been with me.
Ms Niaid and Mr Hydrox are doing generally okay, though Niaid’s looking skinnier than I’d like. She’s bringing in several mice per day to show off before she eats them, but still wants the catfood and is the eagerest eater of them all. After I used the sheep shears on her she hasn’t picked up burrs and gotten matted hair so badly, seems a lot more pleased with herself. Gets around well for a senior citizen.
Mr Hydrox only has half of himself sheep sheared, avoided being caught to have it finished after we had a difference of opinion during the operation regarding how much more to take off. But last night he wanted to sleep with me, so I’m thinking he’s going to have less hair soon.
All in all central Texas probably just ain’t the exact right place for these felines and this 70 year old man and the Coincidence Coordinators are raising the ante for staying any longer than I have to.
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