Ok, so about a week ago I wake up to see my cat's face a bit swollen on the left side. I examine him and conclude that he must have been bitten by a pretty large bird, as there was a bite mark that seemed to have only two contact points (one above, one below; like a beak). In between the two bite marks, he was pretty swollen. This cat is pretty rough and tumble; he's walked away from at least two car collisions that I know of. The swelling never did seem to subside though...
Easter Sunday: I get home from my grandparents house, walk in the front door and there is blood trailing from the cat door to the living room. I was fucking shocked. I ran along the blood trail to find my cat sleeping on the coffee table with blood and pus all over his face. Frantically, I wake him up and get a warm, sanitary cloth and wipe away all the blood and pus. That fucking swollen mass must have burst while I was away. Think, think! It's the night of Easter Sunday, vet is closed. Tomorrow, it is still likely to be closed. I further wipe down the affected area and cover it lightly with polysporin (antibiotic cream).
This morning, he seems fine (still sleeping) but he is going to have one hell of a fucking scar.
I'm hoping my cat did some damage to whatever bastard bird did this to him.