Ziggy. Our black cat. The youngest out of the three kitties we have.

He may seem sweet. But, he’s bad. Very bad. So bad that I’m at my wits ends with him.

OK, maybe not, but still…

He scratched the pup again this morning. Across the snout. This time, the scratch is right under Frisco’s eye. His right eye. The ‘good’ eye. This all happened within a two minute span while I was in the laundry room taking the pup’s bedding out of the dryer. Le pup & the kids were in the living room and – from what the kids told me – Frisco saw Ziggy, ran up to him and, before they could get the pup away from the cat, Ziggy swiped at his face.

Needless to say, I freaked out. There was hardly any blood. It wasn’t a bad scratch…it seems as if Ziggy merely grazed the skin. Frisco didn’t yelp & wasn’t in any pain. But, I needed to make sure that the scratch didn’t INCLUDE the eye. Last thing I need is to spend some more $$$ on another eye surgery! From what I can tell, it looks as if the scratch goes right below the eye…but it’s too close for my own comfort. I’m hoping that things will be just fine. He’s holding his eye open & he’s already on so many meds for the other eye {two of which are antibiotics} that I’m certain he’ll be fine.

I know, I know…dogs will be dogs & cats will be cats. Cats scratch dogs all of the time. But…

My nerves are shot.

The hubs is ready to get rid of Ziggy. I can’t. You don’t do that. If anything, he’ll get declawed, but even I don’t want to do that. Frisco’s a pup. Ziggy’s a cat. Pups like to play. Ziggy does, too, but apparently he’s not interested in mingling with a nearly three month old Boston Terrier.