Thursday night, Katy threw up bright red blood. On Friday morning, I took her to the vet, first thing.
X-rays show that Katy may have pneumonia.
Or she may have lung cancer.
She hasn't been on anti-biotics long enough to know which, but probably this Wednesday, I'll take her back for more x-rays.
Also?
Taylor has not sprung back. In fact, she may be going to the vet even sooner than Katy. I'm worried about her. She's back to hiding in the basement.
Sigh.
At the vet's. Hunky Vet's sister said, "Xman was here on Thursday. Had a kitty put down." It turned out to be Xman's favorite cat. I think he probably still felt the same about the cat as he did when I knew him. He madly adored that cat and had saved him from death not once but twice.
She said that he'd thought about having the cat cremated but when he found out how much it was, he took the kitty's body home. I'm willing to bet he buried the kitty in his back yard.
Hunky Vet's sister said he was there by himself. And I said, "So now he's a sad, lonely, cheap bastard."
But I am sorry about the cat.
But not too much. Because he used to beat the living hell out of poor Borish.
2 comments:
He BEAT a CAT?
That's a shooting offense. First the left testicle, then the right.
No, no, no! Xman beat me, not the cats! He never laid a finger on the cats. Xman's favorite cat used to beat up poor Borish!
Badly worded of me. So sorry!
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