Some call me brave, while others call me an idiot behind my back when I mention I usually take more than one cat at a time to the vet. Typically two, sometimes three. That way I don’t get charged for two separate office visits. Every dime helps when it comes to providing medical care for eleventy-billion cats like I do.
On Saturday I noticed Jesse’s nose looked puffy, just like this time last year when it ballooned overnight to the size of Karl Malden’s (or Adrien Brody’s if you’re under thirty and never saw The Streets of San Francisco, or remember the television commercials for American Express Travelers Checks in the 1970s and 1980s when he told us, “Don’t leave home without them.”)
By Monday Jesse’s nose had doubled in size with both cracking and bleeding. Clearly there is something nasty in our local air that is hurting my cat, so I have my calendar marked for next year to get him a Depomedrol injection before allergens wreak havoc on his poor snooter.
After I made Jesse an appointment, I checked my cat records to see who else I could take in for ‘something’ and realized Frank was overdue for his annual vaccinations.
Frank! Oh ffffudge.
It couldn’t be sweet, shy little Dori or cool as a kitty cucumber Peaches. No. It had to be Frank. Read More