with having as many cats as we have, is when there’s an obvious problem with one of them. But all you find are the signs there’s a problem, without knowing which cat is having said problem.
Example: during the night, I was awakened by something falling or being pushed over. I got up to see what it was, thinking that it might be the fake ficus tree by the fireplace in the family room. I was right. I set it back up where it belonged, because if I hadn’t, know doubt some cat would have peed on it when it was prone.
We go for our walk, everything is good in the world. Then, about an hour or so ago, I see pools of blood on the hearth, next to where the fake ficus lived. Oh, my. I got a couple of paper towels and there was a fair amount of blood to clean up. There was a little splatter on the floor and after much investigation, I found a little bit on one of the cat tree platforms and one small drop by the sliding glass door. That was it.
One of the cats was hurt. But which one? And what was hurt? Was a claw pulled out? Was there a cut on a paw pad? Did the tree fall and hit one of the cats on the face? At this point, I don’t think I’ll ever know.
I checked out all of the cats as good as I could. Which meant tossing out evening treats this morning. Most of them came running and the ones that came running, ate the treats. So far so good. Richie and Little Bit were the only two I wasn’t sure of. Richie was sleeping in one of the cat beds, didn’t seem to mind me rolling him over and giving him a quick look. And just a short while ago, I watched Little Bit run across the lawn and cat scratch her way up the swing in the back yard. She seems to be okay.
As far as I could tell there was no limping going on and no sign of blood on anyone.
So, now I watch and wait.
And that ficus tree? It now lives in the dumpster, soon to live at the dump. It won’t be around to hurt another kitty cat.