Today:
- Got up to take Ticky to the vet. On the way to Tremont, my car's "Check Engine" light goes on and it begins to develop other troubling symptoms. Lovely.
- Dr. Bob is not there, so Dr. Alison sees us. She is much more worried about ol' Tickers, the cat that doesn't pee. She thinks nerve damage. She has me monitoring him and keeping me separated to see if he pees. Plus, she had me bring him back this afternoon so she could drain off some urine. I had already taken my car to Drellishak's, so we took a $16 cab ride out to Tremont. We saved some cash by taking the train home.
- Where I get hit on by a guy who chats me up about my cat. Why, why, why? Why do I not attract professionals with master's degrees? I really must look like crap. Why do I attract skeezy guys and black homeless men? This one kept rubbing his package and winking at me. Obviously that was too subtle, so he had to suggest we "get together sometime." No, no, no.
- While I'm grateful to Genevieve for the heater she gave me, it really smells like cat pee. Thanks, Oliver!
- I must be stupid, because I also seem to be unable to properly seal my windows with plastic.
- Homework. Procrastination. Anxiety.
- Multiple trips on public transit.
- Cold.
- No egg noodles.
3 comments:
Um... Oliver didn't ever pee on the heater. Ticky?? Sorry it smells tho. If you want to bring it with you when you come I'll trade and you can have the one I kept.
Oh, apologies to Oliver! I am very sorry for the unjust accusation! And really, like I should be turning down a free heater? I apologize to you too, Genevieve.
You're right, it might just be warming up a pee spot on the floor. Oh, Ticky.
Re poor Mr Ticky... While I do think Gateway has competant vets, you may want to get an opinion and tests from Dr Barney or Dr Rog at Lakewood. They also are the ones who started the Cat Clinic and are some of the best cat vets in Cleveland.
You don't have to apologize. We both were frantically thinking 'did we give someone something that smells like cat pee? how awful' but then I thought and the heater was always in a completely different area of the bathroom than where Oliver peed (it was by the sink and he went on the bathmat and sprayed the shower curtain).
Oliver and Big Baby Byron got their softpaws claw caps put on today. In orange. Very handsome, except B has so much winter fur you can't see his.
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