Yesterday I had to take the catsons to the vet to get their yearly exam and shots but Some Things Happened instead.
A) a maintenance guy was in the house earlier before the appointment working on my shoddy bathroom pipes and apparently scared the 1yr old cat, Truman, with his Unrepentant Loud Maleness so badly that my little half-feral idiot flipped out at the vets thinking this was the end of his life and gave himself a 105f fever out of stress that immediately calmed down when he was allowed an Inaba Churu pop, but they could only give him one shot. He has to come back next week to try again. They gave me cat Valium for him. Cat Valium.
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B) my 13yr old cat, Tom, did not care about the gender of the maintenance person or the vet visit but managed to give himself some truly horrific stinky breath this year so he has to get a dental cleaning and extractions, and that required me to shove him in a carrier this morning at 7am and listen to his Piteous Cries of Woe while we waited for the dental drop off to open. Then while doing his exam apparently he head butted a tech in the face and caused that tech to have a bloody bitten lip, so it’s likely he’s going to force everyone to suffer with him.
People ask me why I like cats so much and honestly I don’t have a good response
