The other night, Pumpkin appeared with one of her eyes glued shut with eye gunk. So for the next hour or so I followed her around the house with several soaking wet make-up removal pads, making a grab for her every time she stopped so that I could try and soak her eye enough for her to get it open.
Pumpkin is not a particularly approachable cat if you need to do something to her. With Peppa you can scoop her up and hold her, and she’ll wriggle about a bit but she’ll be fine. Pumpkin is a whole different can of worms. Worms with very angry sharp edges. But I managed to scruff her about five times and soak her eye a little for her.
We had to lock the catflap because Carole didn’t want her to be in a position where she went out, rested for a bit and woke up to find that both her eyes were glued shut and she had no way of finding her way home. Which makes sense, I suppose, although at the time it sounded like crazy talk.
So we did all that and went to bed with discussions of taking her to the vets and having her looked at…
Come morning, both eyes are open. It’s like nothing happened. There’s a little bit of gunk, but nothing major and she seems absolutely fine and dandy. So we stand down on the taking her to the vets in that morning plan, and adopt the second plan which is to phone the vets and have a chat, see what they suggest and go from there.
So Carole did that and the end result was that the vet thought it would be best if he had a look, and she was booked in for today.
Then today comes along and you’ll never guess which cat had the clearest eyes in all of England.
Yeah, that’s just bloody typical isn’t it?
We didn’t take her, in the end, opting instead to keep a close eye on her and take it from there, because everything points to her eyes being fine now. And she’s got enough on her plate with the kidney thing without the trauma of having to be held down and drops of something-or-other put into her eyes on a daily basis by someone – or two someones – who are acutely away that one wrong move and they’ll be spraying blood up the walls.
They’d still like us to keep bathing her eyes though.