The plot THICKENS! (like soup!)
Wednesday my sweetie decided to move her office up two floors, and so we were up into the wee hours of the night moving heavy stuff. Thursday had to get up early. I am a tired, sore, a mess.
Our kitty, Verdi, is not well, infections and coughing, hacking… stuff that’s been going on for years. Finally took him (the “early morning” thing I just mentioned) to the vet for a full look-over (not that we haven’t done this before), and hoping to find answers. Always sad. It’s like a baby, in that you can’t explain “we’re poking and prodding you for your own good.” But at least we finally found an e-collar to keep him from chewing his tummy (did you know that stands for “Elizabethan collar,” which makes it feel more classy than a “plastic head guard.”