A Cat Story

Today I took Sasha to the vet. You remember Sasha, don't you?

The sweet baby has been puking up a storm for two weeks now. The first week and a half she produced enough hairballs to knit a sweater. The rest of the time she has been throwing up her food and dry heaving. Let me tell you something, cat-retching is not something you want to wake up to for too many mornings in a row. What a foul, awful, pitiful sound!

Sasha was such an angel today. She got into her carrier with no trouble, loved on the vet-techs and in general, won over hearts across the board. I was such a proud Momma. I won't even Begin to tell you what kind of terror Chloe is at the vet.

Sasha was given fluids subcutaneously, and intramuscular anti-nausea medication and antacids. She is to be started on a bland diet of Gerber Baby pureed chicken tomorrow, along with more antacids and hairball treatment. She got more attention from the vet, and more detailed instructions on care than any doctor has Ever given me regarding my health, including my surgery back in November. Lucky dog... er, cat!

When we got home from the vet after barely an hour away, Chloe was furious at us both! She could not contain her jealousy that I went somewhere with Sasha and not her. She growled and hissed at Sasha, sniffed at the carrier trying to gather clues as to where we had been, and glared at me like she might burn holes through my head. She can be such a spiteful cat. Luckily, she eventually calmed down and everything seems to be back to normal now.

All of this got me thinking. I wonder if cats think it is strange that humans take off their fur on a daily basis? What do you think?

Fleas and Chocolate

I am posting this from Wesley's mom's house, which is on the coast. After being eaten alive by mystery critters last night I took drastic measures today. I started with a trip to Wally-world where I got flea bath, flea spray, and bug-bombs.

I came home and bathed Chloe and Sasha in my bath tub. I have a large scratch down my right arm to prove it. I was shocked, Shocked I tell you, to find that cats don't like being bathed. They really didn't like being immediately stuffed into a single cat-carrier to for an hour-long, wet drive down here. I know, I'm evil.

I wanted to get us all out of that critter-infested apartment as fast as possible. And I did... right after I let off two 700 sq ft bombs in my 400 sq ft apartment. Overkill? Maybe. Bug-free bed... you betch yer bottom.

Ms Lucy and I had a great night. We started out with dinner at Barnes and Noble. They have surprisingly tasty paninis. Then we went to the Grand Casino in Gulfport. We played penny slots and at one point I was up a whopping $2.83; not that I kept it. After the third time Ms Lucy said "This is the last dollar I'm going to play," I took her player's card. I was promptly informed that I was 'just no fun.' Is this what parenthood feels like?

After that, we walked around and watched people play at the poker and black-jack tables. Let me tell you something. People do not like for you to just stand and watch them play. I don't know what the big deal was, but we got some seriously dirty looks from the players and the dealers. Did we let it phase us? Hell no. We shot those looks right back and kept on watching.

We finally left after the last drawing for a plasma TV (they kept pronouncing our names wrong) and came home to enjoy some wine and chocolate. I brought Hershey's dark chocolate bars, but Lucy Jane had a jar of fan-freakin-tastic truffles that Wesley's brother brought her from Atlanta. I've got to find out where he got them so
that I can stop by there on my next trip to Asheville. Oh my God, they were so good!

All in all, it has been a very fun evening. Ms Lucy has offered to help me flea-comb the kitties in the morning and we should go home tomorrow a much healthier trio.