Wednesday, April 18, 2012
The Reaper Ain't Knockin' Today
That cat never ceases to amaze me. She's old, thin, sleeps a ton and was on a peeing streak that lasted far too long. But that's all over and she's doing great--even though she looks like hell every now and then. But, then again, who doesn't, right?
I took her to the vet the other day as she was long due for her annual visit. And like usual, girlfriend was not happy about the carrier, the car, the drive, nor the vet's office. She sang full tilt the entire time--until some rude sniffy dog came up to her carrier as we waited in the chairs. That hushed her up pretty darn fast--even though I gave his owner the "evil glare of death."
'Ole Grace checked out okay, but she lost another half a pound, which is never good for her. We ran expensive blood tests and it seems her kidneys are holding their own--staying stable which was a nice surprise. The doctor sent us home with more special food that has absolutely no flavor (or so Grace says) and some tasty medicine that makes certain kitties who are constipated go poopy within hours. Yeah, he's got some departing gifts, doesn't he?
After all that expensive fun, Grace and I headed home--me to do laundry and house cleaning and other assorted fun things, while Grace went to find her cushion behind the bed to recuperate from the experience.
She licked her fur into a spiffy old cat-do and snuggled in for the long haul--sleeping until the next meal was ready.
We're fun like that.