Popeye the One Eyed Cat

I don't write much on our blog, it's usually Amanda, but I thought I'd tell you about our new kitty. My good friend Manny used guilt to get Amanda to adopt a sick cat that he found at the end of the week-long rainstorm about a month ago. She was a little sick at the time, but nothing too bad. As time wore on, the cat's eye began to have more and more goobers, until one day, about a week ago, it ruptured, as you can see in the image above.

Amanda told Millie that we should call the cat "Popeye," to which a frightened Millie responded "Mommy, I don't want her eye to pop out." After she thought about it, she said "Mom, can I be a cat and have my eye pop out too?" What a child we have...

The pictures don't do it justice. The eyeball was too big to fit in the socket, and as time went on, it got somewhat lumpy and took on a cloudy white color.

At this point, Amanda frantically called the vet, with whom she already had a follow-up appointment scheduled for the next day, and he said we could either have the eye removed, or put the cat down.


The first day after her eye was removed was quite entertaining. We don't know if it was due to the now missing eye, her trimmed whiskers, or lingering effects from the drugs, but she ran into nearly everything in our house. She fell of a chair, down the stairs, and off the table. As you can see in the picture above, she would often get her leg stuck in her cone. Watching her hobble around at high speed with a leg in her cone as she ran into furniture was quite entertaining. I'm very sad we didn't videotape it as it surely would have been a YouTube sensation.

Here she is today, less than a week after her surgery. She's a funny little thing who wants to be outside all the time and takes off running as soon as you open the door - I guess that explains why she was found lost...