they shoot kitties, don't they?
and adding to the list of things i never want to do again in my life:
giving kitty a shot.
it’s cheaper to buy and administer a shot than it is to take her (and the time to take her) to a vet. so we did the at-home method. (did you know there’s a shot for kitty chlamydia? ’tis true: cats can get the clap, too.) there was much pained meowing on the cat’s part, and tears on mine. i don’t much care what other people think of me, but i want my pets, at least, to like me.
…then again, there was
this morning’s incident.
i was downstairs when trollop used the litter box in, shall we say, an effluvient manner. i had to light a candle. why am i telling you this? to prove, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, that her later indiscretion was willful and premeditated.
so upstairs a couple minutes later, i was getting dressed when she came bounding up, sniffed around, then committed an act of high treason. she looked at me, blinked her beady little eyes, squatted, and peed on a pile of clothes meant to go to goodwill.
damn cat.
you’d think, then, that i wouldn’t mind giving her the shot. false. i have a conscience. and that’s more than i can say for her.
current state of owner: disgruntled.
current state of cat: confused by an ice cube in her water dish.
Our cat did that to K once, right after we moved to Montana. She was obviousely, er, pissed. She did it on our bed, so we had to speed up the process of purchasing a new mattress. On the up side, she’s never done it since. K went ballistic and she hid from him for several days.
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