Stormy is in surgery so to speak. This is why I can’t save any money. He finally came inside the house and i got a good look at him, and the open, oozing gaping nasty wound on his side. Bleagh. I immediately got the pet carrier and we went into town to see the good doc. Of course it’s the young cute one, and I have no makeup. whatever. he feels around on the cat, pops a wound and gross stinky ooze comes out that immediately sets off my gag reflex. IMMEDIATELY. Bleagh again. He takes his temp, it’s substantial and we decide that rather than self medicating with the pink stuff, to put him under, shave the massive fur around his wounds, clean and suture him back together. the cat is over 11 pounds and seriously, I’ll bet 9 of that is hair so keeping his wounds clean and dressed would be difficult at best.
Sigh. Another vet bill. Whatever, i suppose. If you don’t want to take care of them, don’t have kids, right? right.
Am heading to the dentist at 2:30 for a cookie lookie at my jaw. I’m eating KFC’s mashed potatoes and gravy. it’s about the only thing that can fit into my mouth.
Going to go out to the barn and sort thru Christmas stuff…ick. and blick. More later with updates on me and the cat.