Seven years later, Chunk is still a fighter. Although our cats are primarily indoors, we have about three acres of fenced yard that they like to patrol. Chunk has made it his personal mission to keep all of the other neighborhood cats out of our domain. It's amazing that such a sweet, mild-mannered kitty can be such a terror! Unfortunately, he keeps taking his knocks. Notches in his ear, infected cat bites and scratches, etc. The latest damage looked like a superficial scratch on his forehead on Friday and by Sunday, he had a golf ball sized infection over his eye, swelling it shut. (Did I mention that he almost always sustains these injuries on weekends, when the vet clinic is closed?) I didn't photograph it because I was worried about him and, to be honest, the smell was rancid… believe it or not, these "after" pictures (taken post drainage and antibiotics) look significantly better even with the rotting skin and open sores. (Click each picture for frighteningly lifelike size and detail.) My poor little zombie Chunk!
To be fair, the vet bill did include Piewackett's vaccinations and blood tests that have determined she's got a hyperthyroid condition which will necessitate medication for the rest of her life. Makes me not even want to take them to the doctor. Groan.