A Trauma

With all the celebrations going on here, I haven't had much time to tell you about a very traumatic event that happened a little before my birthday party.  I was relieved to see most kitties at my party were feeling no pain and didn't notice what happened to my eye.  It was SO embarrassing!

I wouldn't let the mom photograph it

and she tried all different angles trying to get a good shot of my eye.

Thank Cod she doesn't work as a photographer, or we'd all starve!

I bopped myself in the eye.  That's all I'll say.

See how little my chin is?

I don't have any whisker humps either.

See yesterday's post.

I have an overbite too!

(Have I distracted you?)

So, it was into the PTU for me. 

Shoot!  I recognize this road. 

Uh oh, there's Yeager's Farm.

The cows must be in another pasture.

Maybe if I sing loud enough, the mom will forget where she's going.

 At this point I am protesting as loud as I can!

 Wasn't my eye bad enough?

I have to go through this too!

Please have mercy!

The Vet spilled the beans!  He said I had blunt force trauma to my cornea, but there is no scratch.  He thinks I ran into something when I was playing.  That makes me sound so clumsy!  I'm a cat!  And graceful, with lightening reflexes. 

 Then the mom starts in on HER theories!  She starts telling a story about how she was walking upstairs while I was walking on the upstairs banister when I fell off onto her head.  And she makes some smart *$$ comment about it raining cats.  Please, shoot me now!  So she thinks I could have fallen.  Just for telling that story, I won't tell her what happened.  Let it be another one of those "While I was at work" mysteries!

She is glad there wasn't any more damage than I had, and that I didn't pop my eye out of its socket.  Actually, I'm glad of that too!

I'll just hide for the time being...