Day five of springlike weather here--I'm not even sure if it got down to freezing last night or not. Sunny with some clouds is a good thing.
The bad news...Dexter attacked Mungus last night, and when I went to separate them, he bit me. Hard. As in four punctures and a bruised muscle in my hand. So he's not able to stay here. Happily, my vet who operates the no-kill shelter is taking him. He'll be quarantined for a week or so and then the staff and volunteers who work there will work with him, and determine whether he can be adopted only as a one-child cat-family, or if he can go to a home with more than one. He will NOT be euthanized, which is why I support this particular veternarian and shelter so wholeheartedly. I have even told them I'll pay for his vaccinations and neutering, or at least make a donation of that amount to pay for food etc at the shelter.
We can't know what he's been through elsewhere in his young life. Someone may have abused him, or he may just have had an upset, although everything had been quiet all day yesterday until this incident last night. We're both very sad, but on the other hand we know we can bring kittens into the household and integrate them with no trouble, so maybe we'll adopt a couple of babies a little later. And I'll go in to visit him until he's placed in his 'forever home.'
The funny thing about this is that I was remarking earlier in the week that cats are much more predictable and trustworthy than humans, having had some sort of weird upset with a person I had considered a friend. But just as people can be unstable, animals can be too. The only other time in my life I've ever been bitten by a cat--seriously bitten--was with a very strange cat of my father's, who went postal on us years ago--that one had some real health problems, it turned out, and we finally got him captured and kennelled and to the vet for his final destination.
So Dexter will be fine...just not with us. Meanwhile, it's a good thing I'm on multiple antibiotics anyway. And had a tetanus shot recently. I think my garden needs me this afternoon. The rest of the catchildren know I'm upset, because they're following me around being helpful and comforting. Like real friends do.