Catching Up
There was a brief moment of horror last night when I cleaned out my purse and discovered that the notes on the vet receipt said the antibiotic needed to be given for 14 days. The bottle says 10, and today is day number 7 and while Theo still has a little congestion, an 18-pound cat feeling better and who knows what is coming is spectacularly hard to medicate. In terror, I called the vet first thing this morning to verify that we only had to endure this torture for 10 days, not 14. Luckily, it is 10 days--I think I would still be sobbing if it were 14. Theo is feeling better, and was even chipper enough to hang out with me until he discovered that I wasn't going to stop giving him the goo, so now he is staying as far away from me as he can: and even though I know this is for his own good, the guilt is overwhelming. I can't say that I blame him--I wouldn't be thrilled with me either--but since he caught cat flu because I boarded him, I am actually respo...