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Indiana just provided the title.
About a half hour ago, Mom and I picked up the girls from the vet. Kitten is back to her unusual self, and Yoda is stumbling around like a drunken sailor.
I guess I should explain why: Monday night, Donna accidentally put 120-pound Teddy's flea drops on six-pound Yoda. By Tuesday morning, Yoda was shaking uncontrollably, vomiting, and her eyes completely dialated, we had to rush her to the vet; Dr. Cobb stopped in the office on his way to a horse call to see her. A couple hours later, I noticed Kitten was not watching Sesame Street as attentively, acting stranger than normal, flipping her head around and dodging a phone cord that was a foot away from her. She may lick plastic bags and actively hunt the fingers that live in the couch, but she's not that weird.
Indy has been ridiculously lonely without his harem, and I'm glad the girls are back because I can't find Fantasia and he's pretty uninterested in other films. Maybe I can find his Pavarotti CD...
Now, Indy seems more relieved than freaked, Kitten is happily migrating from one favorite spot to lay to another, and Yoda, although currently weak and stumbling, just attacked a fuzzy ball in an attempt to shred it to bits, is obsessively cleaning herself, and expected to make a full recovery.
Meanwhile, Donna is expected to read the flea drop containers more closely before applying.
dsf x`
(That last bit courtesy of Yoda).
About a half hour ago, Mom and I picked up the girls from the vet. Kitten is back to her unusual self, and Yoda is stumbling around like a drunken sailor.
I guess I should explain why: Monday night, Donna accidentally put 120-pound Teddy's flea drops on six-pound Yoda. By Tuesday morning, Yoda was shaking uncontrollably, vomiting, and her eyes completely dialated, we had to rush her to the vet; Dr. Cobb stopped in the office on his way to a horse call to see her. A couple hours later, I noticed Kitten was not watching Sesame Street as attentively, acting stranger than normal, flipping her head around and dodging a phone cord that was a foot away from her. She may lick plastic bags and actively hunt the fingers that live in the couch, but she's not that weird.
Indy has been ridiculously lonely without his harem, and I'm glad the girls are back because I can't find Fantasia and he's pretty uninterested in other films. Maybe I can find his Pavarotti CD...
Now, Indy seems more relieved than freaked, Kitten is happily migrating from one favorite spot to lay to another, and Yoda, although currently weak and stumbling, just attacked a fuzzy ball in an attempt to shred it to bits, is obsessively cleaning herself, and expected to make a full recovery.
Meanwhile, Donna is expected to read the flea drop containers more closely before applying.
dsf x`
(That last bit courtesy of Yoda).