Okay so now I’m two days behind and if I don’t move my ass I’m going to be screwed by the endless deluge of forthcoming Dracula Dailies.
Yesterday I was derailed from anything I intended to do by my foster cat having sad diarrhea. Thanks to the support of the rescue, I was given a ton of stuff to manage it, so from yesterday on I have to give Scruffy pills that he absolutely hates twice a day. Luckily he’s a real mom guy and can’t bear to stay away from cuddles for long. Not sure who wouldn’t wanna adopt this cat, even when he rips me to shreds when I try to shove pills down his throat.
Anyway, as a part of getting all this stuff for him, I drove my mom’s massive SUV through rush hour traffic to the vet in the suburbs, and then back to the rescue lady’s place in a more different suburb, along a few stints of scary highway. When I got there I got to pick up some friendly cats and a spicy kitten, so my stress was almost immediately healed, but the whole adventure took about three hours.
Did I tell you I’m learning to drive? This was my first time on a lot of these roads. The good news is, nobody died. The bad news is, I fell behind on Dracula Daily and I now have to give Scruffy pills he hates twice a day.
ALSO, I was going to visit Prince Edward Island for the first time this weekend, but instead I’ll be home feeding Scruffy pills he hates twice a day. Here’s hoping he bounces back quickly, which I suspect he will. He’s a senior cat but he’s full of piss and vinegar, and he probably had sad poops because he likes to chase and eat house flies, and last year he got worms so he probably got worms. Again.
Better safe than sorry!
I’m really bummed that I had to put off this entry because I’m losing my shit now that apparently Jonathan has returned! Our prodigal son!