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Tonight, as I was preparing dinner, Kahuna came into the kitchen and started meowing his head off. I tossed him some meat pieces telling him not to let the others know he was getting preferential treatment. He ate them readily enough, but he kept up his crying.
I picked him up and felt him all over looking for anything that might be wrong, but found nothing out of the ordinary, so I gave him a hug, and put him down on the floor again. His meows filled the kitchen and as I was roaming around getting items out of cupboards and closets, he became my shadow, though not a silent one.
Normally, this type of meowing only happens at night before we go to bed. He is so spoiled, he gets a full tummy rub and a nice scratch, gets to give me a face wash, and then he gets to commandeer my feet as I snuggle down into the bed. For him to meow like this, this early was not like him at all.
Once again, I scooped him up and made another investigation to see if I could find something wrong. Nothing seemed out of place, he had no wounds, no lumps, no bumps, but his meows were getting a bit frantic now. I carried him into the living room and laid him on his favorite chair, so that I could really search him, and right before I was about to give up, and chalk all this noise up to his being spoiled, my fingers grazed over the tip of his tail, and he growled. I called Mike in to hold him down, and very gently I probed his tail to discover a foxtail had taken hold of the very end and was working its way down into his skin...
I pulled out the invader and put neosporin into the small hole and was rewarded by a grateful Kahuna wrapping his paws around me and giving me a thorough face cleaning! LOL I love my kitties!
I picked him up and felt him all over looking for anything that might be wrong, but found nothing out of the ordinary, so I gave him a hug, and put him down on the floor again. His meows filled the kitchen and as I was roaming around getting items out of cupboards and closets, he became my shadow, though not a silent one.
Normally, this type of meowing only happens at night before we go to bed. He is so spoiled, he gets a full tummy rub and a nice scratch, gets to give me a face wash, and then he gets to commandeer my feet as I snuggle down into the bed. For him to meow like this, this early was not like him at all.
Once again, I scooped him up and made another investigation to see if I could find something wrong. Nothing seemed out of place, he had no wounds, no lumps, no bumps, but his meows were getting a bit frantic now. I carried him into the living room and laid him on his favorite chair, so that I could really search him, and right before I was about to give up, and chalk all this noise up to his being spoiled, my fingers grazed over the tip of his tail, and he growled. I called Mike in to hold him down, and very gently I probed his tail to discover a foxtail had taken hold of the very end and was working its way down into his skin...