You know when you try and streamline life as much as possible to cope with a chaotic time, then someone says 'can you do this?' and you immediately answer 'yes' - hence I have Bingo Jones.
Despite saying I couldn't cope with any more foster cats at the moment, I could not see this one go anywhere else. I have called him Bingo Jones and he needs that specialist Hobbs formulated TLC. He was given away by his original owners, then appears to have become a stray and next, someone threw boiling water on him. He made his way to another garden and, thank goodness, to a caring person who got in touch with us. His burns are a minimum of two weeks old so this is them starting to heal, you can imagine how it would have been at the start, but don't be surprised if these photos make you cry.
He is, understandably, very nervous but very, very loving. He tries to climb up my front and, bless him, purrs away when I bathe his wounds and rub on his ointment twice a day.
He is eating like it is going out of fashion, it's been a long time since he has had regular meals obviously.
He'll have to wear the Elizabethan collar for sometime as I don't want him aggravating the wounds so I go in on a regular basis to give his ears a good scratch!
I'll keep you updated on how he gets on.
poor little sod!!
Posted by: Pete | 11 March 2008 at 12:28 PM
Oh god, that is so sad. I have no idea what is wrong with some people. He looks a bit like a cat I used to have, so is extra sad for me to see. At least he's in good hands now. Nice one Rebecca.
Posted by: Julia Buckley | 11 March 2008 at 03:58 PM
How oh how do people do this and sleep at night. Hooray for caring person and hooray for you.
Posted by: Thursday | 12 March 2008 at 07:43 PM