I was in the sweet spot Thursday night. I had poured a glass of wine and was about to start watching Succession, when I heard the sounds of animal tomfoolery coming from the kitchen.
Usually my cat and two dogs get along, but sometimes my younger dog gets a bit “wolfy” around food or bones . I heard the cat making low gutteral sounds and went into the kitchen. He was on the edge of the sink, not moving. I went to pick him up and realized he was impaled on a barbecue fork. I picked up the cat, pulled out the fork, called the emergency vet to let them know I was coming then called my daughter. She arrived with her boyfriend –they were in the middle of buying ice cream when she turned to Josh and said they had to help me as the cat had just been impaled.
We got Gizmo to the vet where he was stabilized and after a sleepover he came home wearing a cone, tube, and drainage bag attached to a four-inch incision held together with staples. My cat, despite being able to weave his way through the endless clutter that is my house, managed to land right on a fork without any major damage. For four days he wore his cone and dragged his drainage bag behind him looking super pissed off. It was removed yesterday now he is back to his regular self, half-shaved with staples in his side and the nickname “Frankencat”.
Stay safe and don’t leave forks on your kitchen counter.
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