The cat has been getting tumors near his vaccination sites (there's fuel for anti-vaccination fire!), and last visit to the vet, he had another one removed.
Before the day was through, one of his stitches had come out.
Now, the way a man would manage this problem — assuming he noticed anything — would be to let nature take its course, which is kind of a proactive-sounding way of doing nothing.
A woman, however, worries that another stitch will come out, and then... Well, all creation could become unraveled.
So a trip to the drug store produced a sort of steri-strip designed to help secure the wound. That seemed just as accessible to a grooming cat as the original stitch, so a band-aid was placed over the strip. The band-aid looked too lickable and was already having trouble adhering to the furry skin, so next came an Ace bandage wrap around the midsection, secured with a piece of packing tape.
Packing tape wasn't really designed as an elastic bandage closure, so next came the cry: Where's the duct tape?
At last, we were approaching male problem-solving territory!
This latest intervention may work, if only because the cat does not want to be ministered to for a sixth time.
I thought about posting a photo, but I want to spare everyone in the family, including the cat, further embarrassment. However, if this continues to be a problem, I may start to get interested after all, now that it is an engineering problem and not a matter of survival of the fit.