Tiger & the Bear Trap

I have often maintained that Tiger, the wonder cat, is not of this earth (see early blogs on this matter from last year).  Support for my belief continues to accumulate.


Just last evening, while doing a perfectly normal cat thing - scavenging the trash behind our backs  for that recently discarded bit of pork chop - he somehow managed to pry the under sink trash  cabinet door open, grab the beckoning bit of pork, and somehow (slip? - hard to believe) wedge his hind foot between the top of the door and door jamb, ending up dangling upside down screaming his precious little head off.


Curmudgeon to the rescue, I raced (think Tim Conway playing the old man on the Carol Burnett show) to his side and wrenched his paw free, oblivious to the pain of claws flying everywhere in his desperate efforts to free himself.


Whew.  But Tiger was limping and trying to hold the offending foot off the floor. The debate started.  Coach Curmudgeon said "let him walk it off."  The Curmudgeon's sainted wife, meanwhile, was running around in circles screaming "to the emergency room," "get him an x-ray," "where is there a cat MRI," or words to that effect.  So off to the Vet.  The doctor suspected a broken toe (not on the cat from Planet X, thought I), and offered to do an x-ray - "just a couple hundred bucks for us to be sure."  Ever on the alert, I cleverly inquired how that would change her treatment plan.  It wouldn't - she would still just wrap his foot, pump some painkillers in and have us watch him.


We set him up at home and retired, it having been an adventurous evening.  I suspect, as ever, he beamed home and was cured, because this morning he is as active as ever, jumping around, breaking things, sliding magazines off the coffee table - the usual.  He showed us!