I'm not a cat person. Just never got attached. We did have a house cat that lived for 18 years, but she liked me a heck of a lot more than I liked her. Recently, a couple of cats have adopted me. They have determined I'm the one who will feed and care for them. I finally got the bigger cat to come get his ears scratched, now I can't get he bugger off me. I leave a little milk from my cereal for him. It's taken days to get him to understand I come first. After me, he's first.
So, this morning I put his milk down for him and as he's lapping it up I spy a dark spot on his bung hole. On closer investigation I discover it's a tick. One of those big bastards with the white spot on it's back. Isn't that called the Lone Star tick or something like that?
Being the empath I am, it bothers me to see a tick on a critter, especially where it had attached itself. I couldn't imagine trying to pull a tick from there with naught but my teeth, so I needed to get it off him.
I got my hemostats from my tackle box, started giving him a good scratch and readied my tool. Cats don't stand still for scratching. They move and twist trying to get more scratching done. The hemostats hovered over the tick for a second and I went in for the grab. Apparently I got a little bit too deep and musta found cat meat. He screamed and took off running. He stopped occasionally to swat at the hemostats but that hurt him and he took off again.
He came back a while ago. The hemostats are gone, but the tick is still there. He eyed me pretty hard, I guess, wondering if I had done that to him. I won't fess up, either! I think I'll let the tick fill up a bit more to get a better grip on him and I'll have help!!! I might only get one more shot at this!!!