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Oct. 18th, 2018 09:01 pmI did not get the Song of the Miserable Feline for three hours and 55 minutes.
Lily was supposed to get stuffed into the crate at 9:00 this morning, but she was dozing in my lap and the point of being in the crate was to keep her from using the litterbox so we'd have urine to collect. So she got half an hour's reprieve dozing in my lap, and the minute she got up, I stuffed her in the crate. But I left the crate on the living room rug with one end in the sunspot, and lay down on the rug and kept her company, so I only got about ten minutes of the Song of the Miserable Feline until 10:15, when I left to go buy a rotisserie chicken.
I needed the chicken so I would have chicken jello to give her the contents of a gabapentin capsule in. It worked, in that the capsule contents dissolved into the jello which then set, but gabapentin slows her down, so she ate about a third of it under her own power and then deigned to consume most of the rest of it by licking it off the end of my finger, over the course of about 45 minutes. We had moved into the bathroom for this portion of the entertainment so I could let her out of the crate. So I spent some of this morning lying on the living room floor and lots of this morning sitting on the bathroom floor. When it was obvious she had lost half a step or so, I put her back in the crate and went and got a piece of cheese and Snip, and distracted Snip with the cheese long enough to get back out of the bathroom again. That was when I got the Song of the Miserable Feline, for about half an hour because the vet was running 10 minutes late.
Snip is all about the bodily autonomy, so she swore and hissed and spat and didn't hardly cooperate at all, but she did get her rabies shot and her eyes, ears and teeth checked. After that we decided there was nothing else we needed to subject her to, so we let her go.
Lily got urine extracted first thing, because that's what this whole circus was for in the first place, and got her eyes and ears and teeth checked out (she has another tooth with resorptive lesions, argh) and we determined that her right kidney is probably in there somewhere but wasn't instantly obvious, and she got her rabies shot too.
Snip was not speaking to Lily for most of the rest of the afternoon and Lily couldn't quite figure out all of her feet in the right order, but both cats wanted to be in my immediate vicinity. Go figure. You'd think they would remember I'm the one that shut them in the bathroom and then let the vet in, but either they didn't remember or they don't care.
So we have all survived Thursday, and tomorrow is comparatively easy. All I have to do is pick up the air tanks from Brookline Village, and do laundry, and buy incidental things like a boot tray and drain cleaner. And, if I'm really with it, beer. Once I return all the rented scuba gear and the car on Sunday, a massive mental and physical weight will be off me, and I think that calls for a couple of beers. And I don't have to be anywhere anytime on Monday, so it can be a couple of beers.
Lily was supposed to get stuffed into the crate at 9:00 this morning, but she was dozing in my lap and the point of being in the crate was to keep her from using the litterbox so we'd have urine to collect. So she got half an hour's reprieve dozing in my lap, and the minute she got up, I stuffed her in the crate. But I left the crate on the living room rug with one end in the sunspot, and lay down on the rug and kept her company, so I only got about ten minutes of the Song of the Miserable Feline until 10:15, when I left to go buy a rotisserie chicken.
I needed the chicken so I would have chicken jello to give her the contents of a gabapentin capsule in. It worked, in that the capsule contents dissolved into the jello which then set, but gabapentin slows her down, so she ate about a third of it under her own power and then deigned to consume most of the rest of it by licking it off the end of my finger, over the course of about 45 minutes. We had moved into the bathroom for this portion of the entertainment so I could let her out of the crate. So I spent some of this morning lying on the living room floor and lots of this morning sitting on the bathroom floor. When it was obvious she had lost half a step or so, I put her back in the crate and went and got a piece of cheese and Snip, and distracted Snip with the cheese long enough to get back out of the bathroom again. That was when I got the Song of the Miserable Feline, for about half an hour because the vet was running 10 minutes late.
Snip is all about the bodily autonomy, so she swore and hissed and spat and didn't hardly cooperate at all, but she did get her rabies shot and her eyes, ears and teeth checked. After that we decided there was nothing else we needed to subject her to, so we let her go.
Lily got urine extracted first thing, because that's what this whole circus was for in the first place, and got her eyes and ears and teeth checked out (she has another tooth with resorptive lesions, argh) and we determined that her right kidney is probably in there somewhere but wasn't instantly obvious, and she got her rabies shot too.
Snip was not speaking to Lily for most of the rest of the afternoon and Lily couldn't quite figure out all of her feet in the right order, but both cats wanted to be in my immediate vicinity. Go figure. You'd think they would remember I'm the one that shut them in the bathroom and then let the vet in, but either they didn't remember or they don't care.
So we have all survived Thursday, and tomorrow is comparatively easy. All I have to do is pick up the air tanks from Brookline Village, and do laundry, and buy incidental things like a boot tray and drain cleaner. And, if I'm really with it, beer. Once I return all the rented scuba gear and the car on Sunday, a massive mental and physical weight will be off me, and I think that calls for a couple of beers. And I don't have to be anywhere anytime on Monday, so it can be a couple of beers.
