Poor kitty

So my cat Milo had to have a third of his tail amputated this week, after I closed a door on it Sunday night.  *warning: gory details* He jumped up in a horrible twist that a 20-pound cat doesn't usually have the energy or grace to pull off.  I looked down and there was a two inch long clump of fur..and it had pulled the skin right off with it.  Blood splattered all over.  It was so awful.

I can't tell you how badly I feel about it--I went to work all puffy-eyed Monday.  But I paid my penance at the vet Monday.  Literally.  With a check.

Here he is in his outer compound, my bedroom, where he is confined during the day.  At night I close him up in those two crates (door to door) because I've been worried that Parsley would bother his tail--Parsley is a wound-licker.  I also like the crates because he is so incredibly messy with that collar.  It acts as a scoop for anything he's trying to get at or see--food...or litter.  Eww.

It's been pretty hard to get a cat to eat a pill.  What's worked best so far is to chop it into small pieces (not ground to a powder--he could taste the powder and he was so mad at me for ruining his favorite part of life) and put in his food.  [Update: It turns out he only ate a couple bites!  Back to shoving the pills down his throat...]

But it looks like Milo is going to pull through!  I might let him out of the bedroom tonight after the dogs calm down (I'm sitting for another young dog, Jelly Bean.)  He'll be so happy about that.