Dumb Cat

Let me start this post by stating that I firmly believe my family benefits from having a cat. However, sometimes I hate that dumb cat. Yesterday the tip of his tail got stuck in the heavy door to the garage and a big tuft of fur and a little skin came off. No big deal, right? I called the vet. Of course they said I should bring him in, but when I asked what they would do, she couldn't answer me. She suggested that maybe Herbie would need pain pills. I love the cat and all, but I was not about to spend $60 so he could feel a little loopy. At the time he was running around and there was no blood involved. We opted to lock him in his room so he could stay quiet for the evening. When I went to let him out at 9:30 last night, you would think there had been a murder in that room. The carpet had several large blood spots. Evidently, he keeps licking the wound so it can't scab over. (Sorry for all the gross details!) Jared, Emily and I scrubbed the carpet, but we still can't get all the stains up. The cat spent the night in his carrier, and when I let him out this morning to pee, his tail is still bleeding. UGH! Now we have an appointment with a different vet this afternoon. I hate to think what the grand total of this minor injury will be.....does anyone know of a good carpet cleaner?

On a funnier note, the cat had an adventure this fall that we are now able to laugh about. I had backed out of the garage and was driving away. I usually check to make sure the garage door is closing. When I did, I could see the cat hanging from his neck and scratching like crazy from the top of the closed garage door. (He had jumped on the van and onto the top of the open garage door. When it started closing he panicked and did NOT jump down. This is not the first time this has happened. Like I said, dumb cat.) I frantically pushed the button to open the garage and pulled back into the driveway. I went running to catch the cat, but couldn't find him. Emily and I searched, but couldn't find him. We even climbed on the van to look on top of the garage door. I figured he jumped down while I wasn't looking. Oh well, he will come out of hiding in a little while, right? Wrong. Three hours later we still hadn't seen the cat. The kids started searching in his normal hiding places. After several minutes, they were all crying. We were sure he had hid somewhere and died. Jared was searching in the garage and found him in a tiny alcove up high next to the garage door. He was curled up as far back as he could get. We told the kids to stay in the house while we got him down. We had to be not so gentle to grab him and get him down. He was hissing and growling like crazy. We were sure he had several broken bones. Jared laid him on a blanket and rubbed him all over to check his bones. Then the dumb cat got up and walked away. HE WAS FINE!
Like I said, my family benefits from having a pet. The benefit of that adventure was they knew Heavenly Father answered their prayers.