Well, she’s home. And she’s under the bed, with a very firm “leave me alone” demeanor. I don’t have to give her her medicine until this evening, so I’ll leave her alone until it’s time for that ordeal. That and getting her to eat some food. She does look better, but she’s obviously very tired and pissed off about the whole thing. Wait until the first time I get to give her fluids…
I just woke up. I had a couple of other places to go after I dropped her off home, and by the time I got home I was staggering. I felt like someone hit me between the eyes. I’m still sleepy, but I can’t stay in bed all day. Xena, my other cat, is in shock — she was sure the evil old cat who growls at her was gone for good and she was back in charge of the roost. She’s been sitting across the apartment staring at the bed, like she’s afraid that any minutes Squeaky is going to come charging out from under it at her, breathing flames.
Thanks so much to everyone for your contributions. They are really helping me with all this unexpected expense — first the car going blotto the other night and now this.
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