Cats shot, etc.

[veronica_rich]

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.)

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See, the problem is that Frank needs a blood draw so he can get his leukemia shot, too. And he won't hold still for that unless he's knocked out, and it might be just as easy to do it all at once. But I will call the HS this week and see how much cheaper it is - might be worth the difference.

I don't have any particular love for the Stallones; I just thought there aren't many names you can use in conjunction with Sylvester that are kind of unusual. *G*