You may have heard me refer to him as greasy, much to Jereme's dismay. But he feels slick to me. Not fuzzy and soft at all. Upon petting your hand becomes coated with a combination of dirt and what could be Crisco. He's an odd fellow, preferring lettuce to chicken or tuna. He never cared for treats until Jereme found he likes greenies.
With the new house and a fancy come-n-go cat door, he has taken to being quiet agreeable, even sweet at times. Running from under bushes and across lawns to greet us or send us off with well wishes for the day. We often catch him out in the yard, enthralled with butterflies and bugs, contemplating sunbeams.
Today however, we awoke to find him lying about with a swollen puss-y abscess on his face. It seems he may have bitten in the face by another cat. There are a few strays in the area and with our yard filled with trees, which means birds and squirrels, Moltar is not alone. Off to the vet this morning to hear he needs immediate surgery and will have tubes to drain swollen abscess and a lampshade to wear for the next few days.
Poor fella.
