A few hours ago, I was looking for my eye drops. Spuds and Axle were following me around the house like usual. Everything was normal. Same old same old. Spuds started sniffing/licking one of the knuckle bones on the floor, the same bones that have been there for days. (They're usually in the toy box, but Axle and Spuds loooove to drag them out.) In the split second it took for Axle to saunter over near Spuds and sniff in her direction, life stopped. They were in a fight.
I waved a plastic bag at Axle, and he let go. Spuds still had her teeth sunk into his leg. I tried calm speaking, even singing. When Spuds lost her grip, Axle shot down the hall and over the pet gate, where he got into his kennel, like he always does when he knows he's done something wrong (aka he senses we're upset). Spuds barreled after him before I could stop her. She plowed through the pet gate and dove into the crate with him, teeth bared and a snarl on her face. She was angry, and she meant business.
With the two of them in the crate together, there was hardly any way to get them apart. Axle would repeatedly let go, but Spuds would just find a new hold on him. I threw a blanket over her, trying to ease her out of the crate. She turned and tried to bite me...just to get a mouthful of blanket. I have a few scrapes where she did manage to make contact as I pulled her away in the blanket.
As soon as I got her out of the crate, I locked the gate. Spuds slipped out of the blanket and began attacking Axle through the crate. She managed to get his back leg and inflicted a few puncture wounds. I finally got her wrapped up and outside.
Our friends came over and helped clean up and bathe Axle. We called the director of the humane society Spuds was adopted from, and their advice was to bring her in. It's not wise for her to stay here, and there's nowhere else for her to go.
It's these moments right here where I gave up. Axle will just have to live out his life with the two kitties he loves to "bathe." We knew Otto was a risk from the get go. Bobob? Tumors? Seizures? Now Spuds? Do I just hone in on the sick? What life did Spuds have before that made her so overly...whatever...?
I just feel empty.