You Guys are Great

I knew a lot of people who read these pages are pet people, but I typically avoid writing about pets. Like I said yesterday, I'm well aware of the fact that, for as charming and irreplaceable as we find our own pets, other people just don't care.

So thank you all for your encouragement. I've been in full-blown pout mode, particularly as the vet kept calling to report fever spikes. Luckily, for both kitty's sake and my own sanity, the monster finally came home this morning, after 3 days in hospital.

I'm now looking into human egg donation to cover the bill.

Vets all reported that the monkey was cute and loving toward them, even as they did hellacious things to his body. As I read through the his chart at home, I saw that they had taken to hand-feeding him and generally pampering him. One of them went so far as to include little smiley faces in his chart.

Of course, we get home and the cat is PISSED. First, he performed a thorough inspection to ensure that nothing in his domicile had been changed without his permission. Then spent most of the day alternating between blatantly ignoring me and accusatory slit-eyed stares.

To make matters worse, the vet sent us home with kitty antibiotics that I get to administer every twelve hours for the next week, and the first dosage was due just an hour after our return. The vet acted like shooting the liquid into the cat's mouth would be no big deal....HA! Had to resort to the cat burrito, where the monkey gets immobilized in a beach towel; still pretty sure that only about half of the dosage was ingested during the 45-minute tussle.

Since I'm the bad guy here, have only been able to do a cursory inspection of the furball, but see that he's been shaved in four places. I'm absolutely certain I don't want to know what happened there. But after spending the equivalent of a decent used car on medical care, I do think it would have been nice to be sent home with one of those lampshade collars, since kitty can't seem to stop licking his bald spots.

Just as he gets over being incredibly mad at me for taking him to the pet hospital, it will be time to load him into the carrier for a follow-up visit with a different vet. So that should be great.

And yet, it's so good to have the little jerk home...

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One thing I've noticed is that I really hate the way pets smell when they come back from the vet. Then I realized that it's a similar powdery/floral/sweaty stench that you always smell on strippers and old women. I have no idea why that would be, and, much like the bald spots, am going to remain blissfully ignorant on this one.