I Gave In

I gave in this morning and took the cat to the vet.  

She'd seemed to get a little better, but then she just stopped improving.  So, I called them and they said to bring her on in.  I crammed the cat into her carrier, and hopped into the car so quickly I didn't even shut the back door.  

I mean, I'd pulled it to, but it wasn't closed completely and it sure wasn't locked.  Thank goodness for honest neighbors -- not that anyone would know unless they were in my back yard, but still...

I get to the vet, get checked in and I'm waiting my turn in their freezing cold waiting room, when a woman rushed in with her dog and she was scared to death, because the dog was holding his head at a very odd angle.  They kept asking her if he'd fallen, but she didn't know.  They took the dog right back because of the fear that he might have a head injury or something even worse, and they hadn't come out when I got called back.  I hope the little dog is OK. 

Anyway, they finally called us back, and the vet checked the cat over and asked if there were any other cats around she could have gotten into a fight with, and I said yes.  There is that gray tom cat that's always coming up into the yard and picking fights with her.  Sure enough, the vet found bite marks right there on that joint she's been favoring.  

The vet said she wanted to start the cat on antibiotics and asked me if I could give her a pill.  I said maybe with a bit of trepidation, and told her the cat could be a bit spicy.  I explained that I'd taken her in after her first owner had to be put in long term care. She was the only family he had left, and I said, "In fact, it was his wife that was killed over there at that intersection"  pointing to the corner beside the vet's office.  

She -- the vet -- knew exactly who I was talking about, and I pointed to the Incarnation of Evil and said, "This was her husband's cat."  Long story slightly less long, we agreed that the cat should stay with them, so I'll know she'll be taken care of.  And by that, I mean, they can shove the pills down her throat.

The plan is to start her on antibiotics, then sedate her so they can check her over really well and go from there.   Then it took all three of us -- me, the vet, and the vet's assistant-- to cram the cat back into her carrier and the vet said, "I can see why you want her to stay!"  

I left the cat at the vet, and said to myself, "Self, since you're already in town, might as well get your shopping done."  And that's exactly what I did, even though I didn't really need that much.  I did splurge a bit and bought some lobster bisque from the deli section, and got a couple of things to give to Cody for Christmas, then came on home and... didn't do my Christmas cards.  

But at least I got my card table out and set up, and the boxes of cards set up on it.  So that's something.  

By the way, this is not my cat.  

She's been outside my door since I got home, and accompanied me while I was moving some wood to my new rack -- which I did by hand because my wheelbarrow is still full of dirt...and I thought it would be a good way to work off some of the sugar I've been eating lately.  

Kindly ignore how dirty my windows are.  It's all the rain we've been having lately.  At least, that's my excuse...

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go now.  I've got a couple of Flossmas videos to catch up before I watch the local Christmas parade.  Hopefully, they'll stream it again, because I'm already in my jim jams and I'm not leaving the house again. 

Laters.