Dear readers, by popular demand, here is Round No. 10,587 of the Territorial Tourney. You all are a bloodthirsty bunch.
Would it make you feel small if I told you that we sustained yet another green-paper bloodletting trip to the vet, this time because Bugsy’s eye started a nasty discharge and he began shaking his head and I feared a scratch to his cornea?
Say yes! I insist!
The vet said Bugsy had probably hit his head, just over the eye — she saw some swelling there and (bless Barnster) no claw-wounds otherwise — so “watch and see” was her advice, and no $18.00 eye-ointment. This time. Yet.
So if you grovel first, then I will show you pictures of Match No. 10,587.
OK. Apology accepted.
Biggify if you want to get a good look at Barney sticking his tongue out.
Bugsy at arm’s length.
Uh-oh. Ears Of Doom.
Body-slams and head-bangs back and forth.
Time out for OutTV.
DING!! They’re back in there. Note the scalped bits to the right.
More scalped bits.
Barnes appears to be his usual copacetic self, after. I’m not so sure. His eyes have never been completely clear and now one appears somewhat worse. Vet thinks maybe it’s a fight-related wound like Bugsy’s — but I’ve been so busy hauling Bugs’s horrible gray butt in and out, I haven’t collected enough green papers to have Barnes looked at. He’s next, asap.
Fight? What fight?