Pot roast today...comfort food
It was a rough day yesterday.
My wonderful, funny clown of a cat, Hank the Tank
had a blocked bladder.
I have been to the emergency vet twice this month
the only time I can get this guy is after- hours it seems
TRYING TO CATCH A HARDWIRED, now house kept, FERAL kitty is
But I knew he was going south quickly.
I managed to chase him into a bedroom
but our other male cat stuck his two cents in
and Hank froze in place long enough for me to shut the door
with Boo, the other male, safely locked out.
But I couldn't get him.
I called my 86 year old mother.
She came over and she laid on the floor looking under the bed on one side, as I looked at him from the other side.
It took a bit of talking to him and squeezing my arm under the bed
trying to get him by the scruff.
WHAM... one shot and I got him and managed to get my arm underneath him
to support his weight and I yelled out to my mom to open the door!
I had the carrier waiting just outside the door
She's an 86 year old lying on the floor! But I was so afraid that Hank would wiggle free
and then I would never be able to get him.
And sure enough my mom managed to get up and open the door. What a miracle lady she is at her age.
We got Hank to the doctor just in time...his bladder was about to breach
It's a good thing we've saved our money and that my husband makes a good living
he is getting the best of medical care
I took my mom out for a wonderful lunch
she earned it