Wrenched my back this morning rushing my kitty to the pet hospital (he weighs 14lbs). Ow, ow, ow. He’s sleeping now and on watch; the skin had been scraped off the front of his nose in a big patch and it was messy, bloody and alarming. He was really cool at the vet’s, totally knew what was going on. While waiting for the doc to come back in the room kitty sat next to me on a bench (out of his carrier) and we read People together, and I pointed out to him the airbrushing techniques on a photo of Joan Collins and Linda Evans (combined age: 162). While the vet and I discussed his treatment, kitty jumped into his carrier and barked at us whenever our conversation paused. The vet and I couldn’t figure out what happened, but he’s on antibiotics now. Poor sweetie.
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