I have my hand back! Hurrah!

[frostfox]

Stitches out, all dressing off.
Finger is a bit stiff, partly due to op, partly due to being all but immobile for two weeks. I have physio exercises and go back for physio assessment next Tuesday.

Took Max for a walk this afternoon (decided I really couldn't call him Little Bastard, can't really call that on the doorstep late at night...) so he is Maximum Damage.

He bit the neighbour.

Neighbour doesn't get any sympathy - Max and Yang, the neighbours cat, were going head to head and the neighbour moved to separate them.
I told him Max would bite him.
Max bit him.
The way to do it is to push Max away with your foot, he will huff and growl but will slink away (looking deeply offended at being separated from his prey) but won't attack you.

So I took him home and Max played with Feathers (a clump of chicken feathers on a stick, favourite toy) then was awfully cute and charming for the 6 year old from the other neighbours.

Comments

[frostfox.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm afraid Yin fell to the curse of naming cat's in pairs...

Yang is an adorable ginger lump and Top Cat. Max is even bigger and has age on his side...

Yang's dad is a macho tit. Don't do that he will bite you. How much clearer can I be?

Max has a name tag now, address and number on one side and 'Max, he bites' on the other side.

[frandowdsofa.livejournal.com]

That's a cunning plan. You reach down to read his name tag, and - Whang !!!

[frostfox.livejournal.com]

Works for me.

He's getting a bum rep, poor lad. He's just BIG and full of adolescent juice. Once he can go out on his own, to terrroize the cows and the geese (there he might have met his match) and the frogs and the voles and the field mice and bunnies and newts and magpies and... what Armageddon am I letting loose on Northwich?

[frandowdsofa.livejournal.com]

John once watched a large tabby drag a live turkey over a 6-foot fence. I just wish our first cat Endy had lived, he came home once with a ham. I let him get it through the catflap before I wrested it off him. Flynn got a racing pigeon a while ago, it must have been very tired.

[redbird]

Sounds like my julian_tiger, except we live in a sixth-floor flat on a busy street, so I can't let him out. If the roof didn't kill him, the traffic would: he's afraid of nothing, and I suspect quite capable of leaping at an oncoming car, claws out, ready to bite it.

[guyelfkin.livejournal.com]

I had a cat (one of a pair of rescue-kittens) who never learned that you can't outstare an oncoming car. The first time he ended up with a pin in his broken leg. The second time, multiple fractures, the third time killed him.

He was adorable but as stupid as it's possible for a cat to be. Once he tried to run through a closed glass door, the thud when he hit it was increadible. He'd backed up and run at it again several times before I managed to find the key and unlock the bloody thing to let him in.

He never learned that if he missed thelitter tray and crapped on the floor, he couldn't scrape the lino over it. He would circle it, scrapign at the floor forever if left to his own devices. his sister (she got all the brains and all the looks) would tear a piece of newspaper from the stack by the kitchen door, sneak up behind him and cover the offending pile of crap. As soon as he noticed it was covered up, he'd wander off about his brainless-cat business and his sister would turn to blink at us, shrug (literally) and trot off after him to make sure he didn't do anythign else that was too stupid for words.

Needless to say she outlived him and survived to a ripe old age.

Teddy