Yes, it is a real disease and I have it. Have I mentioned we are taking care of a cat, who came to us as a flea-bitten kitten just before Halloween? Well, we are. His name is Punkin' and he bites and scratches. I have the characteristic papule on my wrist and a very painful area in my arm pit that could be a swollen lymph node, and the pain is slowly moving down my arm. The internet says that cases usually resolve without treatment after a month or so, but this hurts! So I saw my doctor and am on an antibiotic.
So far, Punkin’ has broken a cheap candleholder, unplugged my printer twice, left scratches on my hands and thighs, climbed my kitchen door and forced me to cover the screen, drunk out of the toilet and trained me to keep the lid down, peed on my white bed spread and on my husband's fresh laundry and cost me nearly $100 for an office visit and antibiotic. But he also has stare-offs with squirrels outside our glass door. He, for reasons known only to cats, careens from room to room sliding crazily on our hardwood floors, fights his reflection, makes toys out of everything from ball points to lint and cuddles and purrs "like a kitten."
We will give him back to our daughter when she moves into her new apartment, and we will miss him, but gladly.
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