After 5 months or so of house arrest, I finally decided to let Mak and Fil have a run around around the apartment complex. I supervised Fil because she had a tendency to drigt away to another zip code and everything went fine. Then I let Mak out by himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Mak is sort of nervous cat and this usually works in his favor when it comes to self preservation. But in his roaming around the neighborhood, he came across another cat and when he came back in the house, he was bleeding from at least three different places that I noticed. I first noticed the slight abrasion on the top of his right ear. And as I poked around his little body, I discovered all sorts of injuries. He had a little stinger on the side his head by his left ear. And he had a major gash on his belly that went through at least two layers of skin. He also had an assortment of other scratches that had already dried over.

I want to say, well, you should see the other cat, but I've been keeping Mak's talons shorn because of the internal struggle between the four cats in the house. Basically Mak got messed up. Hopefully he learned a lesson. I sure did.

I cleaned out all his wounds. Put on some non-stinging anti-biotic liquid that they gave us in the Peace Corps and started giving him a course of Clovamax because I don't want him to abscess.

He spent most of the weekend in a low key mood, literally licking his wounds. Poor guy.