Man, that was not the emergency vet visit I expected to make this weekend. Half of Mister Kitty's face swole up. He got a shot of benadryl and a longlasting antibiotic. They couldn't see any ulcers or abcesses, so I'm to keep giving him benadryl and talk to the vet on monday. I also have her cell in case it gets worse over the weekend.
Sigh. And I'd just returned from the lake, so I went to the vets' a sweaty dripping mess.
And now I'm going to go for a swim. Weekend schedule is shot all to hell, but oh well.
Please let the benadryl work, because if it is an infection, it antibiotics alone probably won't be enough, and in Mister Kitty's condition, anesthesia has a good chance of killing him.
Not my weekend.
Poor Mr. Kitty, and poor Sarameg.
I hope whatever it is goes away with the benadryl.
Poor Mister Kitty! I hope the rest of your weekend is better.
Then again, I've been reading the Jezebel entry on worst sex stories ever, and I think I've laughed enough at complete strangers on the internet for the day.
Holy shitballs. There went the rest of my afternoon...
I am stuck in race traffic at an outlet mall. Kill. Me. Now.
Oh, no! Not good cat weekend, sara. I hope Mr. Kitty perks back up.
The Jezebel posts are
insane.
I feel so blessed. Also, stunned at the sharing, but I'm enjoying the horror.
I just stumbled across a nice article about my dad and his career, except they got his first name wrong.
Oops.
Those Jezebel stories do make me feel a whole lot better about my many years of NGA.
OMG, people, I'm actually cooking something in my kitchen! How did that happen?
Much, kitty~ma, sarameg.
I am finally back at my friend's house. Just counted it all up... $700. Woo hoo! Of course, I spent about twice that buying it in the first place, but it's still pretty gratifying.
