Minuet will be going to the doctor tomorrow. The left side of her face is swollen, so much so that it is nearly shutting her eye.
When I came home about ten to three this afternoon, her face looked normal. I am certain of that because the change was startlingly noticeable when I came into the library to sit with her at about five o’clock. Previous to that, I had given her and the other beasts dinner, and there was nothing unusual about her appearance. She ate her meal well, but when she ate a little more later, I observed that she had made an unaccustomed mess.
I hope there is nothing that is seriously wrong with her teeth, as a nineteen year old wouldn’t be able to stand the anaesthetic necessary for surgery. It may be an abscess that requires only anti-biotic. Min does not seem to be in pain but, of course, cats can hide their discomfort very effectively. This situation worries me, and I hope all will be pronounced well by the veterinary. Unfortunately, I was not able to make an appointment with her regular doctor, and the unfamiliar vet is another concern.
I would be grateful for any kind thoughts for my very-oldster. She has become rather special to me in the few months she has been here.