so does anyone remember the scene in pink floyd's "the wall" where pink is sitting in the hotel room kind of comatose looking, and the groupie is there and she keeps talking and he says nothing and she keeps asking him if he's ok? and then suddenly he freaks out and starts yelling and trashing the place and she scared and screaming and he acts like he's going to kill someone?
change location: from hotel room to vet clinic. change main character: from bob geldof to my cat, the most psycho little tabby on the planet. i'm pretty sure if she weren't declawed in the front there would be a lawsuit in action. by the way, i know declawing cats is horrible and inhumane and all i can say is when i did it twelve years ago i was very naive and if i had it to do again, i wouldn't. so get off my case. anyway, having her declawed twelve years ago probably saved a couple of lives today.
she had been vomiting for the basically the entire week, which sounds very bad except that she's a regular puker anyway. at least once week i step in a cold, wet pile of something (and if i don't, my husband does, and that goes less well). i watched her for a few days and when there was no improvement, i made an appointment, which of course caused her to be completely cured. so i cancelled the appointment, which caused her to start barfing again. i really, really love my cats and watching her hurl and walk around looking embarrassed about it was breaking my heart, so today i bit the bullet, called the vet and brought her in.
about five casualties and a hundred bucks later, we have concluded she had a particularly nasty hairball. yes. i said hairball. now mind you, were just guessing because if anyone knows anything about cats it's that you will never truly know anything about a cat. so were assuming her little innards were irritated by the hairball from hell and are treating it symptomatically. bland food, hairball gel, pepcid and some smelly liquid that i have to shoot into her mouth with a syringe. ya. that went well. haven't even tried pilling her yet, though i did have a nightmare about it during a fitful nap this afternoon.
tonight she seems perfectly fine and our other cat can't figure out why he doesn't get the "special" food. i said i'd give him some for a hundred bucks.
Friday, June 8, 2007
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That was almost as good as hearing you tell it! You're gonna be good at this blogging thing!
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