There hasn't been a cat post in awhile. Obviously, it's MAKE-UP TIME.
This morning, I took Athena into the vet. Somewhere, some time, some moment along the way, she managed to break off one of her front canines. The root was still there, though, and was looking infected. They'd found out about it in June when I took the cats for their check-up and shots, and so it was time for the thing to come out.
(She ultimately got three teeth pulled. The bill is gonna make it look like I took her to an auto place.)
I dropped her off about 7:30 this morning, filled out my paperwork, asked them nicely not to kill my cat--a line I meant to deliver with some humor, but since I was still half-asleep, meant the poor counter girl spent a few minutes reassuring me that everything would be okay--and then headed back home to crash out. They said they would call me before they put her under to let me know what they were going to do and about what the price would be.
I woke up a little after nine to the phone ringing. It was the vet, saying that everything looked good, so they were gonna put her under now, all right? I sleepily mumbled an all right, but my attention was on something else. In the background, faintly, I could hear a "mrrrorw! mrrrrorow! mrrrorow!"
"Is that Athena I hear in the background?"
The tech missed the question first time around, so I asked again.
"Yes," she admitted. "She's been...talking...to us all morning."
Yup. That's my girl.
Don't worry, though, their revenge is coming. They mentioned briefly that she'll be on antibiotics...which means (DUH-DUH-DUN) pilling the cat.
(She ultimately got three teeth pulled. The bill is gonna make it look like I took her to an auto place.)
I dropped her off about 7:30 this morning, filled out my paperwork, asked them nicely not to kill my cat--a line I meant to deliver with some humor, but since I was still half-asleep, meant the poor counter girl spent a few minutes reassuring me that everything would be okay--and then headed back home to crash out. They said they would call me before they put her under to let me know what they were going to do and about what the price would be.
I woke up a little after nine to the phone ringing. It was the vet, saying that everything looked good, so they were gonna put her under now, all right? I sleepily mumbled an all right, but my attention was on something else. In the background, faintly, I could hear a "mrrrorw! mrrrrorow! mrrrorow!"
"Is that Athena I hear in the background?"
The tech missed the question first time around, so I asked again.
"Yes," she admitted. "She's been...talking...to us all morning."
Yup. That's my girl.
Don't worry, though, their revenge is coming. They mentioned briefly that she'll be on antibiotics...which means (DUH-DUH-DUN) pilling the cat.