Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Well, Peaches is on her 9th life (she’s the one from my last post, about sleeping on the garage door and getting stuck between it and the garage frame when Christian shut the garage door).

Yesterday I took her to the vet because the night before, she was vomiting, and yesterday was lethargic and not at all interested in eating. They took an X-ray, and she has a bowel obstruction. When the vet told me how much surgery would cost, I had to say no. I haven’t yet met a cat that I would spend $1,000 on, even though some of them I’ve loved dearly. So they hooked her up to an IV and kept her overnight. Today I ran away from home because I didn’t want to get a phone call telling me she had taken a turn for the worst.

I went shopping...

...and when I got home, Christian said they had called and said she was looking better, and to call back at 5 to see how she was. So at 5 I called, and they said I could pick her up, she was much better and was eating, and not vomiting. No pooping yet, but at least no vomiting. So now she’s home, wandering around the house, trying to get outside, sitting in the window and salivating over the birds at my birdbath, but still no poop.

And some people would think my life is boring, when the highlight of my day will be to see my cat take a poop.

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