Yes, that's Smudge's poor little behind. I thought, well, he's got a mat here, I'll just scissor it off. He squeaked and ran off, then got right back to begging for food in less than a minute, but when I looked at it, it was ugly. I had phenomenal luck in getting him into surgery the same day I called (Friday the 13th, no less), and he got through without a hitch (although he definitely thinks his pain meds taste awful!) But I have a VERY impressive vet bill (via emergency credit card) to keep me from forgetting any time soon, even if the scare it gave me ever wore off.
Love, Columbine






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