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mousmeThe Mikeopath stopped by last night to drop off the latest addition to my household, a small black cat named Smudge.
Smudge had a very bad day: he got a bit sick in the car, broke his carrier and took refuge under a porch, got absolutely filthy, then soiled himself upon being shoved unceremoniously back in the carrier.
When Mike got here, he was dirty and stank and was yowling at the top of his lungs (Smudge, that is, not Mike, although the description could, on a usual day, apply to Mike as well ^_-). Then Mike added insult to injury by sticking the poor fellow under the tap in the bathtub.
Smudge has been hiding behind the futon since nine o'clock last night (that's fourteen hours and counting), and I've only just managed to coax him to poke out his head for some food. Otherwise he hisses and growls at anything or anyone that comes near him.
I was hoping to move the futon around today, but I guess it'll have to wait.
Called her again today, but no response. Will try again a few more times, and see if she wants to talk later.
Don't know what more I can do, short of getting in the car and going to Vermont (which I can't really do because I have a new cat in here *and* Gretzky needs to have her eardrops in twice a day, and I really can't afford another $200 vet bill).
She's home for the week on vacation, which means she'll have no access to email or the internet. Letters only get there about a week later.
*sigh*
Smudge had a very bad day: he got a bit sick in the car, broke his carrier and took refuge under a porch, got absolutely filthy, then soiled himself upon being shoved unceremoniously back in the carrier.
When Mike got here, he was dirty and stank and was yowling at the top of his lungs (Smudge, that is, not Mike, although the description could, on a usual day, apply to Mike as well ^_-). Then Mike added insult to injury by sticking the poor fellow under the tap in the bathtub.
Smudge has been hiding behind the futon since nine o'clock last night (that's fourteen hours and counting), and I've only just managed to coax him to poke out his head for some food. Otherwise he hisses and growls at anything or anyone that comes near him.
I was hoping to move the futon around today, but I guess it'll have to wait.
Called her again today, but no response. Will try again a few more times, and see if she wants to talk later.
Don't know what more I can do, short of getting in the car and going to Vermont (which I can't really do because I have a new cat in here *and* Gretzky needs to have her eardrops in twice a day, and I really can't afford another $200 vet bill).
She's home for the week on vacation, which means she'll have no access to email or the internet. Letters only get there about a week later.
*sigh*
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Date: 2003-07-02 09:43 am (UTC)But I should be home around then...
keep smiling,
moi
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Date: 2003-07-02 10:07 am (UTC)*huggles you*
:)