Sigh.  Last night was supposed to be a relaxed night.  Grilled steaks and a movie after our parent teacher conference.  Go here for hubby’s perspective.

That is, until there was blood.  Blood on the floor under the chair.  Blood in the bathroom.  Blood on the cat tree.  Yikes!

And a bleeding kitty.  Turns out, his tail had a major laceration. Over zealous rough play with the other kitty I assume.  Either that, or suddenly my cat has turned Emo and likes to cut himself.

Ouch!  At the instruction of the emergency vet, we cleaned it with peroxide and kept an eye on him.  It was still bleeding pretty consistantly and he was clearly in pain.  And so I wrapped him in a towel and headed out to the evil four wheeled instrument of certain death.

As a side benefit, when transporting a Siamese in an evil four wheeled instrument of death, you can roll down the windows and pull over traffic.  Hearing protection is advised.  We did not heed this advice.

The emergency vet got us into an exam room right away.  Emerson was not so thrilled.

But they gave him the good drugs.  Which is a very good idea before shaving and stitching part of a cat.

We chatted with the check in nurse and listened to horror stories of $25oo procedures while we waited.  Finally, the friendly vet came out to let us know that Emerson was sporting a daring new haircut and a soon-to-be scar for the chicks to dig.

And then we got the bill.  Damn that’s an expensive haircut.

$285 dollars lighter and 12 stitches heavier, we headed home with a crashed out kitty.  No meezer sirens for this end of the trip.  He was still lethargic when we got home at a quarter til midnight.

We set him up with a bed in the bathroom so he could sleep it off unmolested by the other kitty.  (Henceforth known as the slasher.)

He was feeling much better this morning.  The tail is clearly still tender, but the bleeding has stopped.  He’s acting more like himself.

He starts antibiotics tonight.  Oh goodie!  I get to pill a cat.