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Saturday, 18 February 2006
Call Agent Scully
Screeech!

My cat has a black eye. Not like a bruise around the eye... like someone afflicted with the Black Oil on The X-Files. Like a telepath exercising his or her powers on Babylon 5. Like the Asgard on Stargate SG-1. A solid black eye: no iris, no white. It's really freaking me out.

It started on Friday morning — fortunately, she was already going to the vet's that day anyway, for a shot to help unfuse her lower vertebrae. An eye affliction has been going around each of the cats in turn this past month or so, but she seems to have something different (or perhaps her advanced age led to more complications). Anyway, while the other cats just had to have a line of antibiotic ointment laid into the afflicted eye, she's got the ointment and two different drops. But she's very good about it.

Poor thing. I'd take a picture of it, but the vet said to keep her out of strong light, so I guess a camera flash would hurt her.


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