November 19, 2006
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Well, things are a bit better.
Here is a story for you laugh at:Last night (er, this morning at 2:15 am) I was eating a chocolate chip
cookie. I made a phone call (yep, even that late/early) and
accidentally left the cookie sitting on my desk. I forgot that Sasha
was wandering around. I looked back about 15 minutes later to see her
sitting on my desk licking her chops. There was no cookie to be found.
I freaked out, thinking she ate this whole chocolate chip cookie and at
her weight, it could be mightily fatal. I called the emergency vet
hospital where they preceded to tell me to put some salt down her
throat to induce vomiting. Fifteen minutes went by and she still hadn’t
vomited. I decided not to screw around anymore and just bring her to
the hospital even though I was sure that the bills were gonna be very
high. But I’d rather pay that than lose her. All the way to the
hospital, I am freaking out. It had been raining so I was trying to
make it there without sliding off the road or getting pulled over,
considering I was doing about 70 mph in a 55 mph zone. I slowed down
when I saw a cop but I was still freaking out. She wasn’t making any
noises in her carrier like usual so I drove there hoping everything was
going to be alright. We got there in one piece, and I rushed in. They
took her vitals and all seemed fine. They gave her something (forgot
what) that is put in her occipital gland to induce vomiting. One hour
passes. No vomiting. They decide to let her go home and for me to keep
a watch on her. At this point, I am convinced that my kitten is
absolutely the weirdest kitten alive. What animal eats an entire
chocolate chip cookie and doesn’t vomit? It’s like poison to them. As I
was driving home, I was thinking that if I came home to find the
chocolate chip cookie in the garbage can (it’s right next to my desk)
or on the floor I was going to be very angry at the fact that I wasted
an hour (but wasted no money because they didn’t charge me – yay). I
get home. I check the garbage can.The cookie was in there.
Two classes this week before Thanksgiving break. I’m going home on
Wednesday. Sasha has a vet appointment for booster shots when I am
home. Last ones for an entire year. She has surgery in January (double
surgery at the same time – poor girl). I can’t wait until the end of
the semester. I hate this semester. A couple more weeks and then I’m
done!
If I don’t get around to it, Happy Thanksgiving!!
Comments (1)
yikes. a little cookie probably wouldn’t have bothered her, but i understand. i once had a cat OD on some effexor caplets. he turned out fine, but it was a terrible experience.