beautifulduckweed | Over the hills, through the woods, to the veterinarian's we go

Yeah, the subject line doesn't really scan. Bite me.

So Hitlercat got something stuck in her mouth last night. I tried to see what it was, but the effort was largely fruitless; she was getting stressed out from my examination, I was singularly unsuccessful, and she accidentally bit me during the process (entirely my fault, I assure you--I had a finger jammed in the back of her mouth, and she mewed and struggled and closed her mouth before I could retrieve it in time). ANYWAY. I decided to give it a night to see if it cleared by itself like these sorts of things have in the past, but when I got home this morning, she was still pawing her mouth and licking her chops. Time for the doctor!

I called my froofy hippie vet and asked for the soonest available opening. They said there was a 5:30 p.m. cancellation, could I make that? Ooh, PERFECT, said I. Then when I explained the situation, they said "Nope, bring her in NOW, because it sounds like she's in discomfort."

I love my vet. Seriously.

Also, I'm so lucky that my cats love their pet carrier. I opened the carrier up, put a towel in, and Hitler walked right in and snuggled down while I closed the door.

(Yes, there are MANY jokes you could make about this. Consider them made, mmkay, with the *ba-dum-tish* flourish at the end.)

I'll keep you posted on the exciting details of my cat's health. Try not to pass out from the excitement.