The Vet
4Apr18
Poor GG has a tumor or something growing in the pit of his front leg. We decided to try and find a vet who makes house calls but not the same guy we used for Trouble as he made it feel more like an execution rather than a merciful putting to sleep. David went online and found several vets who make house calls, but we chose the one who was female and had a picture of herself holding a cat.
Well, that afternoon, GG came in limping. He was meowing at the door, but he sounded like a different cat. David is usually spot on in responding to GG's meow, but he was like I don't hear him. I went to the door and GG limps inside acting all funny. He loves to be petted and didn't feel like being touched. He just snuggled up on the couch and stayed there the whole night. We told him not to worry that the doctor would be coming to look at his armpit thing first thing in the morning and we'd have her look at the leg too.
Five am rolls around and GG wanted outside. He had been in a long time and refuses to use his kitty litter box. He complained and complained until we let him out. Naturally he didn't come back in time for the doctor, so I had to call and cancel. She laughed at my story and said it was classic, and to call her when he's back in the house.
So in my process of looking for GG, I went down to feed the cats. First, I went down with the dry cat food. Fluffy greeted me mid-way and Bag was at the bottom. Patch came running and Mask was waiting around the corner. A new guy wanted to be fed too, and the sentry didn't seem too concerned that a stranger was in their midst. Unlike Calico who is persona non grata and she must have gotten a severe talking to the last time she ventured into Patch/Mask territory and lately she follows me to the edge and goes no further. I also saw Cinnamon, the orange cat who possibly belongs to the lesbos on the first floor, skulking in the bushes. Everybody but GG.
I went back upstairs followed by Fluffy, and David laughed and said, "Wrong cat." I bought them some chicken livers yesterday, and took them out of the fridge and went back down, Fluffy in tow. I gave a big piece to Bag because he didn't get any yesterday, and Fluffy and Patch a piece. I had two more, couldn't find mask, but there was this scroungy tom cat who wanted some. And in my travels seeking out GG, I saw Sad Sack and gave her the last piece. She's still hanging in there, bless her heart.
After all my searching for GG, I gave up and went back upstairs. By this time, Fluffy had finished eating and was ready to follow me again. We go up the five steps to the first floor, and the middle apartment has their door wide open. No one about. Fluffy stopped at that door and looked inside. I said come on but she just ignored me and went into their apartment. I went up to the next level and looked out the window. A second later I saw Fluffy and Patch dart outside followed by that big black dog.
Poor GG has a tumor or something growing in the pit of his front leg. We decided to try and find a vet who makes house calls but not the same guy we used for Trouble as he made it feel more like an execution rather than a merciful putting to sleep. David went online and found several vets who make house calls, but we chose the one who was female and had a picture of herself holding a cat.
Well, that afternoon, GG came in limping. He was meowing at the door, but he sounded like a different cat. David is usually spot on in responding to GG's meow, but he was like I don't hear him. I went to the door and GG limps inside acting all funny. He loves to be petted and didn't feel like being touched. He just snuggled up on the couch and stayed there the whole night. We told him not to worry that the doctor would be coming to look at his armpit thing first thing in the morning and we'd have her look at the leg too.
Five am rolls around and GG wanted outside. He had been in a long time and refuses to use his kitty litter box. He complained and complained until we let him out. Naturally he didn't come back in time for the doctor, so I had to call and cancel. She laughed at my story and said it was classic, and to call her when he's back in the house.
So in my process of looking for GG, I went down to feed the cats. First, I went down with the dry cat food. Fluffy greeted me mid-way and Bag was at the bottom. Patch came running and Mask was waiting around the corner. A new guy wanted to be fed too, and the sentry didn't seem too concerned that a stranger was in their midst. Unlike Calico who is persona non grata and she must have gotten a severe talking to the last time she ventured into Patch/Mask territory and lately she follows me to the edge and goes no further. I also saw Cinnamon, the orange cat who possibly belongs to the lesbos on the first floor, skulking in the bushes. Everybody but GG.
I went back upstairs followed by Fluffy, and David laughed and said, "Wrong cat." I bought them some chicken livers yesterday, and took them out of the fridge and went back down, Fluffy in tow. I gave a big piece to Bag because he didn't get any yesterday, and Fluffy and Patch a piece. I had two more, couldn't find mask, but there was this scroungy tom cat who wanted some. And in my travels seeking out GG, I saw Sad Sack and gave her the last piece. She's still hanging in there, bless her heart.
After all my searching for GG, I gave up and went back upstairs. By this time, Fluffy had finished eating and was ready to follow me again. We go up the five steps to the first floor, and the middle apartment has their door wide open. No one about. Fluffy stopped at that door and looked inside. I said come on but she just ignored me and went into their apartment. I went up to the next level and looked out the window. A second later I saw Fluffy and Patch dart outside followed by that big black dog.
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