Much like the Doctor regenerates with new personalities, I’ve noticed that each of my cat’s nine lives has a different personality. His first was cocksure, his second was craven, and his third and current is self-indulgent.
Don’t go getting too excited, G+. I’ll be using the time to empty my mother-in-law’s apartment.
We brought my mother-in-law’s TV and VCR back to our lair and today we’re going through a box of tapes, to sort the keep from the toss.
It’s the return of the Red Baron. Beneath that neck wrap he has a tube that passes through his skin and deposits directly into his stomach. Once he starts eating on his own the tube will come out. Fingers crossed.
Cat update. He’ll come home tomorrow. He’ll have a tube in his neck for a week through which we’ll feed him.
9:30 on Sunday night, just checking Baron in to the all-night animal hospital. It’s going to be a rough night.
Update on the cat: Vets haven’t determined what’s going on inside of him despite us giving them the equivalent of a mortgage payment. They wanted us to hospitalize him so they could force a tube down his throat. We declined, took him home, and we’ve been force feeding him all weekend. He’s fighting us the whole time. He needs calories. It’s very well possible this is the end of The Red Baron. Hopefully not; he’s only ten.
Whatever the vet tried yesterday didn’t work. Now we’ve got The Red Baron at an internal specialist. Fingers crossed for a kidney stone.
Got Red back from the vet’s office. The good news is the pee he got all over the passenger seat came out with some Nature’s Miracle. The bad news is he peed all over my wife’s lap on the ride home.
My wife’s day: looming deadline, migraine headache, cat stopped eating and peed in car on ride to vet’s office, low gas light just as she parks at the vet.