That's a good cat!
My outdoor feral had some sort of encounter a week ago that has left her with an enormous goose egg on her forehead. She wouldn't let me touch it, but it sort of looks better and then will look much worse. The other night it burst open and blood was running down her face. Poor thing. She was miserable and wouldn't eat. She was so lethargic that she actually let me wash her face with a washcloth soaked in warm water and colloidal silver. Then she wanted to drink out of the bowl of silver, so I left it for her and she has seemed much better the past two days. Very hungry and vocal this morning.
That’s a good cat!
My outdoor feral had some sort of encounter a week ago that has left her with an enormous goose egg on her forehead. She wouldn’t let me touch it, but it sort of looks better and then will look much worse. The other night it burst open and blood was running down her face. Poor thing. She was miserable and wouldn’t eat. She was so lethargic that she actually let me wash her face with a washcloth soaked in warm water and colloidal silver. Then she wanted to drink out of the bowl of silver, so I left it for her and she has seemed much better the past two days. Very hungry and vocal this morning.
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Sounds like the poor thing had a cyst. We had a feral we fed that came up with the same thing, I thought it had been shot.
My outdoor feral had some sort of encounter a week ago that has left her with an enormous goose egg on her forehead.
Once years back, a somewhat skittish feral tomcat ‘friend’ of mine uncharacteristically came right into our garage to look for me one very stormy night, with his neck swollen as big around as his head. When I got over the shock of seeing him like that, I gently touched it, and it seemed full of fluid. I got a towel and dipped it in hot water, and he let me hold it against his neck, and it finally began draining - not that much blood, mostly lots of clearish fluid. When I got done, I could see the big open wound it had come out of, and injected a few syringes (minus the needle) full of colloidal silver into it. He spent the night there, had a meal the next day, got better, and was very trusting of me from that point forward. I’d leave the garage door open a few inches at night, and he would come in to sleep and leave again at dawn. A few months later, he disappeared, and I never saw him again. :( He was only around 7, but with a much older appearance and very battle-scarred. Feral life is so rough. R.I.P., old friend.