veronica_rich | Cats shot, etc.

Lord, the legs HURT. It's been a long number of years since I waitressed, and my feet are not used to being stood on, run on, and used for that many hours in a row anymore so much. I stripped the bed, ran laundry back and forth to the clubhouse a few times, vacuumed and swept the floors, did dishes, cleaned the bathroom, changed the litterbox, cleaned up the house, and went on two trips to the vet because I only have one carrier. The new cat, Frank (Sylvester and Frank ... anyone but me? anyone? HAHA?) - or as he prefers to be called, the cat formerly known as Kitty, Kitty - had all kinds of shots and now he has a nice collar and his tag and some Advantage on his ruff (THANK GOD GOODBYE FLEA BASTARDS) and in a couple of weeks or so he'll be minus two balls and I will be AGAIN significantly lighter in the pocketbook.

Neutering sure has become more expensive since the last time I had to have it done. WHOA. There ought to be some sort of Good Citizen's Discount for taking in a stray and seeing to his well-being, good grief. *headshake* But at least he lets me pet him now and is eating a good diet and not passing as much gas. (There is no worse smell than cat poop or farts, in the animal kingdom.)