Boris (on the left) is in the hospital.Boris is majorly constipated.
He's been feeling really miserable lately and tonight when I got home from work, he was sitting forlornly next to the litterbox, as if it were a love denied.
So I was able to get a vet appointment at the last minute and rushed Boris to the animal hospital. They're keeping him overnight.
I apologize for bringing money into everything, but it's going to cost $450 to unplug this cat. As I handed over my Visa card, I felt resigned to it all.
But I haven't given up. Not completely. Not yet. That will happen Saturday, when I take The Bullet for the 10K mile service.
I'm pretty sure Boris will come back to me healthy, exhausted, but feeling mucho mas better. Poor little Boris, who rides the short bus in life. Saucer-eyed kitty - that's how I tell which black cat I'm looking at (I have three). Big round eyes? That's Boris.
Poor Boris, I'm sorry about what the night will bring to you, but I hope in the morning you'll be all better.
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Many good vibes coming from me and from the 'Foots to poor Boris.
Catherine the Red had an obstipated cat (evidently its worse than constipation). She gave it enemas with dishwashing liquid.
Jammies - Thanks. I'm sure poor Boris Gump appreciates it. And I do, too.
HRH - Props to CtR - Boris is the feline equivalent of Lennie: big, not, um, very bright, and strong. It took a wrassling match to get Boris in the cat carrier and I knew there was no way I was going to get anything up his butt. So. Props again to CtR.
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