So last night we had a bit of a cat-crisis.
Around 10:30 I was hanging out with Duckie and Stonie’s friend, enjoying my Honey Lager, when all of a sudden we hear a loud clatter and the scrambled skittering of terrified kitties. Stonie’s girl mentions something about Will leaving fishing poles out…and I think “that’s not good” and go out to look.
Sure enough, poor little Malcom is sitting on the couch, wide-eyed, holding one paw out as if to show me the lure of a giant hook sticking out the top.
Somehow it’d gone through her toe, lodging a good inch of the shank between the bones, the barb buried somewhere behind her pad.
Poor baby…
Wrapped her in a towel, calmed her down, told Stonie’s girl to call the emergency vet ($150 after-hour fee), then Duckie drove us to the clinic.
So they kept her overnight ($$), sedated her in the morning ($$), cut out the hook, gave her drugs, and are keeping her there until Saturday morning ($$$$).
Total is estimated to be close to 400 bucks.
Duckie’s paying it all tomorrow morning, of course, because nobody else in the house has any money. I’ll put down some, Bryan will put down some, Will’s gonna put down the rest eventually…so I’m sure Duckie will be paid back.
But damn, not for a while. Everyone’s brizoke.
And poor Malcom :(
Maybe this will humble her a little.
Heehee.