Friday, February 24, 2006

"Mommy, Cats Are Psychotic!"

My poor baby is now scared of cats thanks to a run in with one on Monday.

We went to our meeting at SpiralScouts and were having a nice time as usual. The kids had gone outside to learn how to safely use sparklers and there happened to be a stray cat out there that I told my two to leave alone. I was outside with them by the way.

So I kept watching and keeping an eye on where the cat was compared to where my youngest son was. Several other children were petting the cat and playing around it. Soon I noticed a couple kids and their parents left but didn't think much of it. Lil Man is squatting down by a stump that is in the shadows when I hear this horrible scream coming from him. I run over and right as I'm about to trip over the damn thing I see the cat! It was a dark gray cat so it blended in perfectly with the shadows.

I grabbed A and started running towards the porchlights (we were on a back playground). As soon as I got there I saw the blood coming from his hand and moved even faster. I finally got him inside and as I go through the door another mother looks at me and says "Did he get bit too?". Too? It seems her little one was bit/scratched by said damn cat as well. I walked towards the bathroom and again a mother says "Oh did he get bit too?". Again? Yes, this poor little girl's arm was torn up by that little furry bastard! I got into the bathroom, washed A's hand, and started pushing it so it would bleed out some more. Other parents were looking at me wondering what the hell I was doing so I explained to them that I'm bleeding it to clean it out more bacteria plus there is less risk of tetanus in a cut/wound that bleeds well. I also explained that this was told to me when A cut his chin a couple months ago and we had to go for stitches.

In the meantime I'm wondering WHY if two other children had been bitten weren't the rest of us told about this? Someone could have come out and warned the rest of the parents. I think maybe one of the ladies was coming out to let everyone know as I was going in (especially since everyone seemed to come in a few minutes after us) but that honestly was no help to us at that point.

Anyway- finally the wound was cleaned out and I could see there there were four little puncture wounds. I was about ready to go rushing to the hospital thinking this cat MUST be rabid when someone starts telling us that some of the other boys had been kicking the cat and throwing sand at her. The cat is also either pregnant or recently gave birth. Meaning more than likely the cat isn't rabid but pissed and trying to protect herself. Lil Man was only petting her but he was also trying to pet her after all this other crap and he IS only three years old so I wouldn't be surprised if he might have pulled a little on her in his excitement.

So I brought him home, cleaned the wound more, found out that I needed to watch for infection or swelling and fever, used some triple antibiotic I had left over from my surgery, and wrapped it up. The next morning it was fine and no signs of anything. Obviously I will keep watching but I think he got really lucky this time.

Hubby (who can't be bothered to ever even go to SpiralScouts with me) raged on about how HE would have taken him to the emergency room and HE would have killed the damn cat first then asked questions later. Well, HE wasn't there so HE can just bite ME. ;)

Lil Man and I had a long talk about how we don't touch animals we don't know or any animal unless someone says "Would you like to pet my dog/cat?" and Mommy says it's alright. We had discussed this some before and he had me telling him not to touch the cat throughout the evening but obviously it wasn't enough. As for the title of this post, this morning Lil Man informed me that kitties are mean and that "Mommy, cats are just psychotic!". I can't say I blame the poor kid one bit.

8 comments:

Meg L. said...

Okay, Okay,

You made me do it.

Anyway, bring A over to play with our two any time if you think it'll help.

contemplator said...

I just read your blog for the first time, and I couldn't tear myself away. You write so well, and I am very moved. It must suck trying to talk to people who haven't had cancer or serious illness, when they clearly can't see life as you can as a result of it. It's also tough for me to grasp how life goes on in between medication and doctors appointments. I recently had an all night insomnia attack, and was miserable. After reading about your wonderful family, I will bitch no more. I do have a question that is rather personal, so feel free to ignore it. Your insurance does pay for most of this, right? How do you manage?

I am humbled. I'll be reading and watching. Sorry, that sounded a bit like stalking, didn't it, LOL. Peace for your family, and my warmest wishes.

Andie said...

Sorry your little person got scratched.

I stopped (clicked, whatever!lol) because of your blog name...I very nearly called mine Life Among the Savages.

Jo said...

Virgil- Last year insurance paid all but around $16,000 of the cost. We got very lucky there because between the kids and I everything came to almost $200,000. I kid you not! Of course, hospitals are even more evil than regular bill collectors and my credit is shot because I can't pull $16,000 out of my ass. LOL. Oh well. They mishandled my surgeries and damaged me for life but hey, I should be "thankful" and pay up. Yeah, bite me!

Our insurance now isn't too bad either. We pay copays on everything but even at that it won't come to as much as our deductible and out of pocket on the last insurance did so I can't complain. If this had all happened even two years earlier my children and I would have definately been screwed to say the least.

I learned early on that life wasn't stopping for me nor will it stop after me. I don't want my kids to remember me as their sick mom who never did anything with them. I can't stand that thought. So I figure if I have supposedly 5 years at the least (most likely more though) then I'm going to start trying to live that way. I'm tired of regrets in my life and don't want to leave any behind in my kids.

As for stalking, I like being stalked. I'm kinda sick that way. ;) Thank you very much for your comment.

M__ said...

Jo, you are an inspiration and I love coming over here too. I'm one of your stalkers along with contemplator. :)

I agree, we should live our lives with NO regrets. That is something I need to remind myself of each and every day. Thank you for your wisdom.

Meg L. said...

You are evil, evil, evil Lady. VBG I saw what you put over there. hmm. Maybe I'll see what I can type up, but don't expect anything before we take off on Friday, So it'll be mid-Marchish probably unless I feel really inspired.

PS: Okay, spill the beans, when's the b-day?

Jo said...

Why my dear Meg, my birthday is one of those thirty one days in March thank you for asking. LMAO.

I definately think you should start a blog. I honestly find you a wealth of wisdom and love your sense of humor so I know I for one would love reading it.

Meg L. said...

Hmmm, maybe I can bribe it out of the kids. Or maybe I'll come up with 31 ways to annoy you about it. hehe

Okay, I did some basic set up. I'm hoping to leave it alone now because I have packing calling me, but at least you can change your listing.