Bug (aka Booger 'cause she's a little snot) got whacked today. Or as you sane people like to call it "fixed." This cat is my baby, who I raised from a two-day old kitten I thought for sure wasn't going to survive and who totally surprised me by doing just that - surviving. Today, I stuffed her in the cat-cage against her will (and she freaked), took her to the vet and left her there. And I felt horrible about it, first time ever. I've never felt bad about it with the other cats, so I guess that's saying something. I just hope she doesn't hate me in the morning. Probably not because she needs me to accompany her to where we keep the cat food and protect her from Mitsy, who has declared herself queen of the cat-food area and is bound and determined to smite Bug.
Roxy won't stop puking. We suspect hairball issues.
Went to bed last night and it was summer. Woke up today and it was fall. Global warming my eye :P
And scene and we're done.
Roxy won't stop puking. We suspect hairball issues.
Went to bed last night and it was summer. Woke up today and it was fall. Global warming my eye :P
And scene and we're done.
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Date: 2008-09-04 05:34 am (UTC)From:*tsk-tsk*
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