asks if I drive a fighter jet. No… an infinitely more dangerous craft…. a school bus. A short school bus, at that.
I’m back from the vet. The cat has been force-hydrated: there are two big bulges under his shoulders where they pumped him full of fluids. Apparently my cat doesn’t know enough to drink water when it’s hot out. I go and give water to everyone, and apparently he doesn’t drink water. Sigh.
There may be underlying issues, though, so they also took some blood and they’re going to be checking his bloodwork for signs of thyroid problems, IBS, two other conditions, and cancer. The vet thought cancer was the outside limit of possibility, very low chance of that — but a thyroid problem was likely in a skinny, old, cat. He wished he’d had the medical records of the feline from before he came to me — and he and I had a little talk about the de-clawing, agreeing that it was a nasty thing to do to a cat. Fortunately, he seemed aware that it had been done a long, long time before I came into guardianship, and he didn’t get hostile.
Debating how to spend my evening. and her friend Kelle are going to have a girls’ night in, and while I was going to go to the poetry in Worcester tonight, it seems I may have to be home to cat-sit. , what are you and doing about dinner tonight?
The vet bill was $142.00, which means my margin of error for AHO is basically shot. I’ve decided that next year, I’m going to concentrate my festival efforts purely on local events; going to FireDance is cool and all, but made a point that we should support our own community, and AHO is one of our community’s events. FireDance is not. It’s a wilder, more amazing, larger festival — but it’s hard to think of it as a ‘community’ event when it’s halfway across the country.