DEAR CAT (pt 3)
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fatrockstarPreviously, on DEAR CAT:
Grady was barfing often enough to cause serious concern and frustration, and I am too broke to take him to the vet.
That simply won't do, really. Over the course of Friday I got an offer to have a vet friend see him at little to no charge and made the arrangements. When I got home to attempt to feed Grady, I put down his plate of gushyfud and told him "if you don't eat this, I have to put you in the box and take you to the vet. Remember the vet? All those noises and smells? They put a strange thing in your butt and then squish around on your belly? I WILL TAKE YOU THERE." He blinked at me for a minute, said «whatever,» and wandered off, rubbing his face on things along the way.
About an hour later when my ride arrived for game night I saw him eating his gushyfud. Amazing. Let's hope that's the threat of anal probing kicking in.
After I got home, arrangements were confirmed for taking Grady to the vet. I would confirm that he was good-to-go around noon. As we settled into bed, I told him "if you barf in the morning, I will take you to that vet. Don't test me on this." «uh-huh.» And we slept.
This morning there was no barfing. I woke up only briefly when the radio turned on. At 11 a.m. I was being bathed on by a very mellow Grady. I turned over to look at him and he stopped. «what,» he said, «you've never seen me take a bath before?» I didn't respond. He shot off the bed onto the floor shortly after that and it panicked me. "Here we go," I announced, "'huck!' 'huck!' 'a-huck!'" After a moment of thinking about it he turned to me. «do you have a problem? i thought you were getting up!» Oh. «no rush - I'll just come back up there.» And he did.
The vet appointment has been canceled, and he seems normal. I get a «what's goin' on?» once in a while, but for the most part we're back to normal. For now.
Grady was barfing often enough to cause serious concern and frustration, and I am too broke to take him to the vet.
That simply won't do, really. Over the course of Friday I got an offer to have a vet friend see him at little to no charge and made the arrangements. When I got home to attempt to feed Grady, I put down his plate of gushyfud and told him "if you don't eat this, I have to put you in the box and take you to the vet. Remember the vet? All those noises and smells? They put a strange thing in your butt and then squish around on your belly? I WILL TAKE YOU THERE." He blinked at me for a minute, said «whatever,» and wandered off, rubbing his face on things along the way.
About an hour later when my ride arrived for game night I saw him eating his gushyfud. Amazing. Let's hope that's the threat of anal probing kicking in.
After I got home, arrangements were confirmed for taking Grady to the vet. I would confirm that he was good-to-go around noon. As we settled into bed, I told him "if you barf in the morning, I will take you to that vet. Don't test me on this." «uh-huh.» And we slept.
This morning there was no barfing. I woke up only briefly when the radio turned on. At 11 a.m. I was being bathed on by a very mellow Grady. I turned over to look at him and he stopped. «what,» he said, «you've never seen me take a bath before?» I didn't respond. He shot off the bed onto the floor shortly after that and it panicked me. "Here we go," I announced, "'huck!' 'huck!' 'a-huck!'" After a moment of thinking about it he turned to me. «do you have a problem? i thought you were getting up!» Oh. «no rush - I'll just come back up there.» And he did.
The vet appointment has been canceled, and he seems normal. I get a «what's goin' on?» once in a while, but for the most part we're back to normal. For now.
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19/7/08 22:20 (UTC)Yes lets hope the barfing thing is done!
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21/7/08 02:27 (UTC)