- My camera lenses are at the camera repair shop. It seems that both have broken parts, one from droppage, the other from god knows what. I guess I need to be gentler with the high-tech equipment I’m lugging around.
- Biscuit is loving life with the Jones family, except for the puppy crate. He’ll eventually calm down after being put in it, but only after 10, 20, sometimes 30 minutes of crying. Everyone told me that he’d get used to it, even like it, after three or four nights. It’s been six.
- Rocky had to go to the vet with us yesterday for the puppy’s first round of shots. Looks like he got his fat self stuck somewhere and ripped a hole in his back trying to get unstuck. He’s also gained two pounds. Sumo cat weighed in at over 22 lbs. I got the “you don’t want to deal with a diabetic cat” lecture while the vet handed me kitty Oxycontin and antibiotics. Then he looked at me, my five-year-old wrapped around one leg, a bleeding obese cat in my arms, a puppy nipping at my ankles, and my eight-year-old going emo because “her baby” had to have a shot. The vet said, “Well, you do have your hands full, so just do what you can with Rocky.”
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Somebody needs a hug! (EM)
Biscuit is a great name in the tradition of Sea Biscuit. As documented in the picture a couple blogs ago.
Oh, I’m sure the vets right - diabetic cat’s aren’t fun. However, it does certainly sound like you have your hands full.
I’ll be happy to bring my husband by, and we can let him play with the kids and the puppies and we can sit on the porch and drink a beer.
And just think, tomorrow is Mother’s Day and you get to do most of it over again. How sweet it could be…..
Wow, the vet has a clue!
Of our two cats, one is overweight and one is underweight and dogged if we have ever been able to figure out how to correct that.