Four Wheels, Two People, Four Fuzzies

Posted on | January 25, 2005 | 3 Comments

A trip to the vet: not a big deal, right?

Who knew it could be so bloody exhausting! Both the felines were trapped in their cat carriers, and not happy about it. A symphony of pissed off cat cries resounded from the front seat. Voodoo tried to convince me to let him out my grabbing my hands that held the cage.
The beagle boys were fine, as usual. Although we have noticed that Pip has started to shake when he’s nervous. Poor boy, he’s just so sensitive. We arrived early, without eating dinner first. Starving and bored, we tried to reign in the beagle boys, who wanted to play with every blessed creature that popped through the doors.
So, after one hundred and eighty dollars for shots, we got home and everyone passed out, including me!

The meows have an eye cold. He shot them full of antibiotics and B12, and then we also purchased antibiotics and eye drops to use for a week. I have not tried to give them the eye medication yet. I just don’t feel brave enough.

I ended up going to bed before 9. I am starting to think there is something wrong. I am exhausted all the time and can’t seem to keep my eyes open for anything. After much prodding by the huzzie, I am going to make an appointment to see a doctor. I hate doctors. They suck, but I also don’t want to drop dead on the man. I have a lifetime of torture to subject him to and it would just be awful if I were remiss in my evil duties.

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