Cat-a-tonic

Little Trixy cat has not been doing very well as of late. She has contracted some sort of virus from only heaven knows where and is a walking germ-fest these days. Upon entering her presence, you are immediately assaulted with the festering disease smell that has been permeating our basement for the last month. She is mucous personified. It is everywhere and comes out of every opening, from her nose, from her eyes, even from the other end....*shudder* she drips and sneezes every second of the blasted day.

Because of the infection that runs rampant with Trix-a-deliah, we have been forced to bathe her every two or three days in order to combat the stank of it all. And because I would rather deal with the pitiful yowling that Trixy peppers her bath time with, than deal with the flying paws of fury that Sugar gouges my husband with, I volunteered for this one. So I hauled her upstairs and plopped her down into the sink in the bathroom. After scrubbing down her matted fur, I started working on the driedonsnot that practically obscurs her tiny nostrils. Even after repeated attempts to dissolve it off with warm water, it still wouldn’t budge. So, I took hold of my courage and the edge of the snot rock, and ripped it off like a scabbed over wound. Chaos ensued. Trix freaked out and started yowling and attempting to escape, and I was unable to contain myself. Gag, retch, puke.

After said bath time was over, I wearily told Scotland that we really needed to do something about “that cat.” So, my darling husband took it upon himself to make an appointment for her with the vet to determine what can be done to dry up the (stinky little slimeball) precious thing.

Blood work, shots, and one hundred and fifty dollars later, we had a (practically) new cat with clear eyes and lovely little bald spot on her neck. They (husband + cat) were sent home with various remedies and tonics for her ills. Diagnosis? Calici, a feline virus. WhatdidItellyou? Doctor K, right here.

Now what I want to know is, can we use our health savings account for vet bills? Since that cat is the closest thing we have to a kid? I’m just sayin is all....

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Horrible nightmare the other night. Discovered (in my dream) that I had a one year old child, but I had missed the whole first year. Because I had been catatonic for the duration of the pregnancy and year one of life. This is just another in the long line of strange baby dreams I have been experiencing as of late. I’ll put that one rightnext to the dream that my sister gave birth to twin rabbits, who later turned into (matured into?) human babies. On the brain, much? Oh the horror of it all!