I was just about to sit down for dinner last night when my cat walked in and destroyed my appetite for life. His abscess had burst (again) and one side of his face was caked in dried blood. It looked like a chunk of his head had been couged out. I would have thrown up but every muscle in my body had seized up in sheer horror. It was absolutely revolting. No elaborate combination of quease-inducing words can adequately describe it. It's probably time to take him to the vet yet again. Maybe they can fix him up, turn that abscess into a 'fab'scess so that I don't later discover it's infected during meal time when he walks into the dining room with pus dripping off a jagged crusty hole writhing with maggots, red-yellow puddles of bloody pus goo forming in trails everywhere he walks. Excuse me, I'm think I'm going to be sick...
(Half an hour later)
...that's better. Feel free to follow this blog if you like it. It's not going anywhere.
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