I have barked the same question. Bea says when it turns cold, cats feel frisky too and it doesn't take much to turn a frisky cat into a fighting cat. Just today we saw two cats come in with thick green goo pouring from wounds. I have to admit, they smell delicious.
Every time one of the cats comes in, mother launches into her scary tale about a cat that lives in the neighborhood; a tale that according to her is more fact than legend.
Mother likes to tell her cat parents:
Once upon a time there lived a big orange cat. His name was Freddie Hussler. He was the only boy cat in the neighborhood that could make babies because his parents thought neutering him was cruel. So instead of him being a sweet, docile, indoor cat, he was a lean, mean, baby-making fighting machine. He would come into the clinic at least three times a year with bite wounds. One time his eye was scratched so bad, it was leaking eye fluid out. But his parents insisted that he was always the victim, and despite living in a world of neutered cats, being neutered himself would ruin his life. He was so mean that even the veterinarians couldn't touch him, and he had to get gas pumped into a box to make him fall asleep. One year, after having been bitten for the third time that year, he tested positive for the Feline Immune-deficiency Virus (or FIV). His parents still insisted that sweet Freddie was never the cause but always the victim. To this day he still roams the streets of North Port, whether it be mating or fighting, to spread his deadly disease. In fact, in the past month we've seen two cats come in for cat fights, right in Freddie's neighborhood that have also tested positive for FIV.
Usually after she's done telling the story, the cat parents are speechless.
Usually, the cats stay in the house from then on.I mean, can you blame them?
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