Slinky has a suspected sibling somewhere in our neighbourhood. We call her Spotty, as she is white with black spots (not unlike a cow), including one spot on her face.
One day we were visiting the strays in our area and as usual, stopped to say hi to Spotty. But something was different about Spotty that night: she had no appetite, and she was coughing badly. Also, her eyes looked swollen – a sign that she might be having a fever.
I got Andy to carry her. She hardly struggled, even though she is a stray cat that is probably not used to being carried. We had decided to bring her home for a night, to feed her some medicine, and give her a warm place to sleep that rainy night.
I took some of Sayang’s anti-inflamnmtory painkillers and tried to administer the pill to Spotty. She couldn’t swallow. I had to pound the pill into power, mix it in with glucose and water, and feed her by syringe. That night, she slept in our kitchen.
The next day, she seemed better. She was able to eat and drink, and looked more cheerful, wanting to be near us. I took this as a sign of affirmation that she was indeed better, as if we hadn’t been helping at all, she would probably still be in pain and would likely blame us for forcing shelter and medical care on her.
However, one of her eyes was still swollen. Upon closer inspection, it was a fresh battle scar inflicted on her eyelid, hence the swelling, and tears.
For days following that morning when we released her back, we kept an eye on her eye, wiping the tears that rolled down from it, and checking to see if it became inflamed. It got better, and so I saved on having to use the eye drops on her. Today Spotty is back in her usual haunt downstairs, and looks happy to see us whenever we walk past her.
This is Spotty when we once tried to feed her with Beaphay cat treats. It tastes horrible, even strays won’t eat it! Keep well away from this brand of cat treats…