This is very unusual for Matt as he is so docile and passive. Anyway, Tom got up to see what was the fuss and in the corner behind a large potted areca palm he saw a black cat that he had seen several days earlier. This cat has been badly injured and was in serious condition; we bemoaned the fact that we had been unable to bring any of Tom's weapons with us from the US as this cat definitly needed to be put out of its misery. So we discuss what can we do; get the machete?, get a shovel?, this cat's jaw is obviously broken, perhaps even the side of it's head has been crushed as it is obvious that one eye is also damaged. Anyway, neither Tom or I want to have to try to beat this cat to death, but we must do something, it is in pain and obviously starving to death. So what do we do when we need help: we call our dear friend Lida who has helped us in so many ways. I asked if there is any city service that will deal with this type of thing, and of course there is not but we can call the vet. So I asked Lida to call the vet for us; she reports back that he is schudeled to arrive about 12:30.
They (2 Vets, Julio and Carlos) got there about 20 after 12. I explained about the condition of the cat and took them out to see it. They got down and looked in to the corner - They stand back a bit, and looked, and discussed, then grabbed something from their bag and moved forward to catch the cat. Naturally since this was a basically wounded wild cat it reacted. They backed away and asked for a towel, while I was getting the towel and they were watching me the cat took off, not very quickly, the poor thing is in really bad shape. They did not make much of an effort to go after it. It went over the wall, so is still out there suffering horribly, and not even with the little bit of safety from others as it had on our patio. The vets offered to bring a tranquilizer pill if we saw the cat again - the cats jaw is broken and hanging, it can't eat and is starving, how the heck do they think we are going to get it to take a pill?????? I did not even offer them some gas money!
I just hope we don't see it again! It's so disturbing.
Then last night (4am), so technically today - 2 zorros (zorro means "fox" in Spanish, but zorro in the Yucatan means "opossum") decided to have a fight on the terraza right by the back door, Tom slept through it. I grabbed a glass of water and threw it through the screen on them, one ran off, the other stumbled around I thought it was going to fall over and I'd find it dead on the terraza this morning, but it's gone - thank goodness.