Quick Cat Update
Yesterday Laura and Ben moved Brisco's kennel to the bed (that is, to my side of the bed) so that he didn't have to sit in the kitchen alone. It - plus time and drugs - seems to have helped; this morning I gave him fresh water and some food and he both ate and drank. And I believe he used the litter box. So, this is all good. And he was his normal squeaky self about the food, too.
I tried cleaning the carpet with hydrogen peroxide, but I did it wrong and it didn't work. It also didn't burn a hole in the carpet, so I didn't screw it up *that* much. I'll try again tonight and actually follow the directions. (Directions say to let it soak for an hour or so. I didn't.) I then cleaned the basement floor, and discovered that hot soapy water plus dried blood equals big smears of blood all over the place. By the end of the process it *looked* clean, but it smelled like a slaughterhouse. I also discovered that the one of the window panes was broken from the inside, so I have a new theory: Brisco was sitting in the window alcove and tried to get at something on the outside (bird, squirrel, other cat, whatever). When the window broke he got stuck and pulled his way free, then jumped onto the floor. And ran around and chased Hope and sprayed blood elsewhere as well. Huzzah. Anyway, I put cardboard over the window pane for the time being and will replace it with wood and eventually a new window.
No plan for tonight as far as I know. Tomorrow I might try to hit fighter's practice in Chicago. Thursday is fighter's practice in Milwaukee. And so it goes.
End of line.
I tried cleaning the carpet with hydrogen peroxide, but I did it wrong and it didn't work. It also didn't burn a hole in the carpet, so I didn't screw it up *that* much. I'll try again tonight and actually follow the directions. (Directions say to let it soak for an hour or so. I didn't.) I then cleaned the basement floor, and discovered that hot soapy water plus dried blood equals big smears of blood all over the place. By the end of the process it *looked* clean, but it smelled like a slaughterhouse. I also discovered that the one of the window panes was broken from the inside, so I have a new theory: Brisco was sitting in the window alcove and tried to get at something on the outside (bird, squirrel, other cat, whatever). When the window broke he got stuck and pulled his way free, then jumped onto the floor. And ran around and chased Hope and sprayed blood elsewhere as well. Huzzah. Anyway, I put cardboard over the window pane for the time being and will replace it with wood and eventually a new window.
No plan for tonight as far as I know. Tomorrow I might try to hit fighter's practice in Chicago. Thursday is fighter's practice in Milwaukee. And so it goes.
End of line.