The Great Escape

Jonathan and I had quite a scare tonight, as Mr. Brave but Stupid Simcha decided he had spring fever.

Ari was visiting and the moment he opened the door, Simcha was out like a shot. Last time this was annoying, but do-able - I caught him, carried him inside by his scruff, and that was that. Not so today. Ari and Jonathan spent 10 minutes chasing him around our yard, the neighbor's yard, around the house, to the back, and around again. The cat was in a panic. Ari had even had him in his arms at one point, but he squirmed and hissed and jumped out. Jonathan finally caught him by plunging his hand into a pile of leaves where Simcha had jumped, fumbling for him blindly, and pulling him out.

We took inside to give him a good scolding, and to wash him, when we realized he was still panicking. What we had thought was dirt was actually a wound. He has a big gash along his left cheek right below his eye, probably from the wire fence he jumped over. It was around the time that we noticed that Osher noticed too, and started meowing wildly and trying to lick Simcha.

So. Our very first trip to the Cincinnati emergency vet was quite worrying. Our baby was in pain! Luckily he didn't need stitches, but we do need to put one ointment on his eye three times a day, one ointment on his cheek wound twice a day, and then give him oral antibiotics for two weeks.

When we got home Osher was in a tizzy, and wouldn't stop sniffing Simcha. He hasn't left his side, nor ours. I think he was worried himself, he'd never been left alone before with no Simcha or no human parents. Poor things, they're all pooped out now and curled up beside my desk as I type this.

All in all, NOT how we intended to spend our Monday evening.