Thank you all for your contributions to this forum, I've been lurking for quiet a while and decided to post again and I feel each and everyone one of you were part of potentionally saving Simba's life.
Today, when I was downstairs, prepping Simba up for his weekly nail cutting, I didn't fully close my door thinking that the cat wouldn't go in there anyway. Once his nails were done, I was chatting with my dad and decided to put Simba away. As I was shutting my door, Bam. My cat pounced on me and Simba. I pulled her off roughly, manhandled her to get off of Simba. My adrenal gland was working up a storm wrestling with this satanic cat. I managed to finally pull her off and throw her out of my room (not literally, though I wish I would have) Simba was frantic and was dashing around the room. Finally I got him to calm down and inspected him from head to toe and what I saw was devestating. I was so nervous, I never thought this kind of thing would happen, but I was wrong. He had a mild-moderate abrasion on his left leg. It wasn't bleeding much but it looked deep as I saw a pinky colored surface underneath. I don't know what It was, and being a lifeguard, I assumed it was muscle and went into action. I ran down the stairs, screamed for my father and we searched frantically for neosporin, liquid bandages, and a q-tip. I quickly grabbed my Ultimate Iguana book and flew to the medical page and saw the "Second Skin" sidenote. It struck like lightning. I decided I would give it a shot and hope for the best.
All this happened right as my mother pulled up. Me and her were supposed to leave to get me fitted for a tux when she got home. I told her I wasn't leaving this house until Simba was taken care of. She said "Just put neosporin on it and LETS GO." And I replied. "No." We argued for what seemed like hours and I stood my ground.I wanted to be safer than the safest possible feeling of safeness. It breaks my heart how she doesn't understand like I do. I finally forced her to drive to the pharmacy for a liquid bandage and when she got back, she was pissed. I ignored her and went into my "lifeguard mode" using a firm, authorative voice which I haven't had to use since last summer.
Throughout the entire procedure, Simba was okay, but I'm sure he was in pain, He would freak out every now and then and I managed to keep him calm long enough for the makeshift patch to dry. And now all I can do is hope for the best and keep an eye on him. He'll be going to the vet within a 24 hour time period just to make sure.
Again, I want to thank you all for expressing the importance of that book and all your advice I've read. It probably saved a life.
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Simba
(poor thing, just following instincts)
