By Diane Ako
My neighbor has chlamydia. He's been fighting this infection for a month and it seems the antibiotics are slow to kick in.
My neighbor is a tomcat. His name is Puma and I noticed his eye was runny and red. One day when his keeper and I were both in our yards, I asked what's up with Puma's eye.
"He has chlamydia," Vicki answered. Without any hint of humor. She's probably heard all the responses by now.
"Chlamydia?!" I replied, stunned at the human implication to this zoological disease. "He has an STD?"
"I have no idea," said Vicki. "I was so tired of wrestling him into the crate, into the car, and into the vet, that I only wanted to be told the essentials so I could go home." Puma's four weeks into his antibiotics course and the eye looks better, but still an angry red.
I looked over at Puma, who, with the good eye, gazed at me in that defaul-disdainful way that cats do, and talked to him. "You need to use a condom next time," I advised him.
Then I found my own cat, Ocho, and told her she should avoid hanging around that one - he's bad news.