A trip to the vet

Well, B. noticed the Fuzz limping yesterday night, so I took a look at his paw.  Sure enough, an ingrown claw.  So I popped him in the cat carrier for an emergency trip to the vet, where they clipped his claws, got the offending claw out of his toe, gave him an antibiotic, and sent us home with a 7-day supply of antibiotic to treat the infected toe.  They also recommended that I keep clipping his claws, since he clearly isn’t able to sharpen/shorten them anymore.

I also noticed that his fur was matting up on the rear flanks.  I guess he isn’t able to reach around and groom himself there anymore.  Time to start brushing him, I think.

*sigh*  The Fuzz is fifteen and a half.  I hate these reminders that he’s getting old…most of his compatriots (cats my friends had around the same time) are already gone.

Fortunately, he’s still pretty healthy overall, albeit a bit thin.