Mama’s been inside a few days now, and so far so good. I think her talk with Thomas really helped her realize that she’s going to be safe from now on. She’s relaxed and playing with toys (even a catnip banana!), and she uses a litter litter box like a champ. We all suspected she would, because while she was in Limbo she was using the loose dirt in the Guardians’ garden like a champ. Ummm… yuck.
Yesterday when the bigger Guardian returned home, he went in to see Mama and put drops in her eye. Unfortunately, her eye had become crusted completely shut, making administering the drops difficult.
Now, this Guardian, who definitely knows better, must have lost his head for a moment. He tried to dab Mama’s eye with a warm, damp washcloth without paying close enough attention to the signals she was giving him. She communicated with him, in no uncertain terms, that her eye was painful and that touching it was neither welcomed nor appreciated.
After cleaning his scratches, the Guardian regrouped, gently restrained Mama and gently dabbed her eyelids. The lid separated a bit and the eyedrops were successfully administered. Afterward, he gave Mama much praise and many pets. She purred, sat on his lap for a while and then climbed up onto a soft bed on a bookshelf to rest.
The good news is, the Guardians only need to do this whole process once every six hours or so! Poor Mama. Still, I have never heard purr so loud or so often as I have in the past three days. That sound is music to all of our ears here at Cult of Otis.
So Sayeth Otis
PS- Thank you all so much for the contributions toward Mama’s care! We are all blown away by your caring and generosity, and humbled by your trust and support. Again, thank you, from the bottom of our feline and human hearts.