Progress and healing
Greetings, cat lovers! I wish you all a happy Cat Saturday and am sending you a purr of happiness from my home. 😸
After a few days of anxiety, calm returned. Two weeks ago, I told you all about what I’d been through with my little cat and his health condition. The vet prescribed a 15-day course of treatment, which I followed to the letter.
Once I started the treatment on the very day I took him to the vet, he showed no improvement; quite the opposite – by the third day, everything had spiralled out of control. He had two abscesses that had literally grown overnight. That day, the vet drained one of them completely and only drained the other one a little before removing the needle, so we went home with a medium-sized abscess still present. The vet told me that with the treatment, it would dry up, and if it grew any larger, we would have to operate.
For the first two days, the wounds were healing, but on the third day the abscess grew to twice its size – it was really huge. That alarmed me; I became very nervous and sad, and I even began to think he had cancer and that he had come to my home already ill. I immediately took photos and contacted the vet, but it just so happened to be Maundy Wednesday, and the vet wouldn’t be working until the following Monday.
I didn’t want him to have an operation, and I didn’t have the financial means for it either, but if they had to do it or if it was in my little cat’s best interests, I would have borrowed the money; however, I’d like to take this opportunity to publicly thank two friends this community has given me, 
As I was telling you, it was the third day of treatment and Hermosú was scratching the abscess so persistently that it turned into a wound; for better or worse, that helped it drain a little, and after the fourth day it started to go down. Although I was very worried about him, I planned to give the treatment at least five days to take effect before operating on him.
As the days went by, his spirits improved; he climbed back up the papaya tree and didn’t miss a chance to lie on my chest, which, by the way, is starting to feel a bit heavy, but I can handle his weight 😅. One day I took the chance to take some close-up photos of him whilst he was sleeping on top of me, sticking his tongue out – he relaxes in such a way that he looks absolutely adorable, as if he’s fainted on my chest.
P.S. My mum took the last photo and says he’s a cheeky little thing. Hahaha. He really is a cheeky little thing.
Thanks, friends, for your support; my cat has recovered.
