Cat Scratch

This is how Clovis disembarks from the new taller kitchen island. 

We do not prepare food on the island. 

Clovis has to be fed on the island or Shelly, our large puppy, will gobble his cat food.

Clovis and I had an incident/altercation this weekend as the title suggests.

 It is difficult to explain. When I explained to the doctor, on Sunday, he laughed a little bit at me. Sue and I were watching TV in the den, at the yellow house, in front of the fire. I was slouched down in a comfy soft pink chair with my feet elevated on a foot stool.  Clovis was on the top portion of the chair above me. I think I startled him and he swatted at me with his paw. I had my glasses on but something fell into my right eye. I was immediately in acute distress. It felt like I had a large piece of sand in my eye. I irrigated my eye repeatedly and finally felt some relief. By then the right side of my head hurt terribly. When I woke on Sunday my eye had copious amounts of purulent drainage and I had a righteous headache. I made an appointment with our doctors office which does see patients on the weekends.

Thankfully my cornea was not scratched but I did have to have Cipro drops every two hours for two days and now every four hours. The infection has moved to my left eye which is not uncommon. My vision has been some what blurry. I have conjunctivitis. Sometimes called "pink eye" but in this case most certainly a severe bacterial eye infection.

Joe says that could only happen to me.

 I am  His. Problem. Child.

 He stayed home with me and gave me eye drops every two hours. 

I am keeping him for sure.

Clovis thinks we bought the island for him.

 We do not tell him the truth.

 He is still my baby, my shadow.

♥thanks bunches for your kitchen island comments♥

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