... until somebody gets hurt.A few days ago, Maggie and Minnie were playing their usual game of chase, catch, and wrassle. Then somebody (or should I say somecat) got all bent out of shape. Fast forward 24 hours. Maggie hadn't been seen all day, so I went upstairs to check on her. She was curled up on the floor, looking a little puny. This morning I checked on her again, and saw that her left jaw was swollen.
Fast forward one vet visit, one lancing/draining of abscess due to a Minnie bite, various ointments/meds, and one big ole vet bill, and you get the results of cats gone wild. Poor Maggie is drunk from the anesthesia needed for the procedure. She also has a neck collar that she's supposed to wear for ten days (fat chance).
Just when you think you're out of refereeing sibling rivalry, you realize you're not. If only they had those crates in child-size 25 years ago!!
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Today's blessings: lunch visit from Lynnette to get her jogging in; post-lunch visit from Sam to pick up TV; Value Vet people; dinner visit via Sonic with Molly; sweet Lucy note
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