Okay, I broke down and took Maggie to the veterinary opthamologist (aka eye vet) this morning. Not only are eye vets expensive, the nearest was 100 miles away. We had mixed results. (So, I wanted a rosy report or a magic pill to cure Maggie!)
Bad news: Maggie's eye ulceration is fairly deep. She has a general roughness to her cornea which means she's not a good candidate for surgery. She had an eye injury in the past and there's scarring. She also has a tiny white patch on her lens.
Good news: Other than that, her eye is fine.
Seriously, except for the ulcer, the eye is in great condition. There are tiny blood vessels growing towards the ulcer to help it heal. There is also a thin layer growing over the ulcer so the chances of infection are much less. And Maggie's been on the right medicine.
The prognosis is about 50-50 that the eye will rupture or heal. I like that -- no middle ground! But I'm taking it as hopeful that we don't come back for 3 weeks for a recheck.
There was one interesting side note. Maggie had to use her litter box, so I pulled onto an off-ramp and then onto the shoulder so I could put her into the back. I'm standing there and a highway patrolman pulls up and asks if we are having problems. Hubby becomes mute at this point.
I turned to the officer, smiled, and said, "No, officer, my cat just had to use her litterbox." And then I broke out laughing. He just smiled back and said goodbye. The one and only time I've ever had a highway patrolman ask if I needed assistance and I have to tell him my cat is in the litterbox.