My poor cat came home with some battle wounds.
He disappeared for a couple of days and came back wounded and hungry. From the looks of the puncture wound on his head and the amount of hardened slobber in his fur, it had to be a dog that got ahold of him. Poor guy was a mess. I doctored him up with some peroxide and cotton pads, cleaned him off, gave him a belly full of food, and a warm place to recover. He's honestly not really my cat. He was born in the wild and just showed up one day. I guess we're just friends. He has been staying with me whenever he wants to; which has been more often given the cold weather setting in. He is straight wild to the core and demands to go out when he needs to.
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:'( I hope he gets better!!!