Poor Neville

This morning when I got up Hazel, who was up earlier, came to me "quick come, Neville needs help". Neville was hiding behind the big charcoal bag, looking very dirty and at closer inspection had a trap on his paw. So I picked him up, the guard took the trap off, Haze got the travel box and off we went to the vet. His paw looked very flat.

Neville is a lucky bloke, I still don't know how, but his paw is not broken. The lady shaved his paw, one hole in his skin, she put antiseptic stuff on it and gave him antibiotics. Still not sure why it took four people though.

Neville is grounded for about a week, I hope he learned a lesson.














The guard says it is a rat-trap, personally I think it is a bear-trap, that's why there are so few bears here.















Nev still under narcosis.














Musti having a sniff at the funny situation. Why does Nev smell different? What is his basket doing in the living room? Why is Nev not walking properly?















First attempt to get out the basket, followed by many wiggles and falls all through the living room (leaving some drops of urine like an old man). He finally found a quiet dark corner to sleep a bit more.

We'll be returning to the vet twice more at least for antibiotic shots and to get his dressing removed.

At the end of the day he's an outdoor cat, we can't expect him to stay indoors, but we never expected this...