lolvo
Lairian
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- Sep 2, 2014
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Last week, Miss Demeanor threw up a wadded-up twist tie. Fearing for her life, I took her to the vet for x-rays and they found no harm and no other items nestled in her greedy little gullet. We both walked away unscathed, and I with a slightly lighter wallet. Things like this happen from time to time with any cat, I thought as I drove home.
And here I am now a week later, waiting for the vet to call me back and crossing my fingers that I'll come away from this latest incident only $500 poorer. Earlier today, I heard something fall down the chimney and called up the apartment office to get someone over here to help me extract the poor creature. In the meantime, I baked pumpkins, roasted pumpkin seeds, and got one wedged between my teeth. Upon discovering that I only had two inches of dental floss left, I used a cocktail umbrella to pick the errant seed shard out from between my teeth. After waiting almost three hours for maintenance to drop by (apparently "on their way" means "after I have lunch and take a good long nap"), I shut Miss Demeanor in the bathroom so that the maintenance guy could extract whatever was nestled so unhappily up in the chimney (turns out it was a starling). After the maintenance guy evicted the bird and left, I opened the bathroom door and let Miss Demeanor out... only to find the remnants of the little yellow cocktail umbrella.
By remnants, I mean a few fragments of drool-soaked yellow paper. After searching the entire bathroom top to bottom, I have yet to find the wooden toothpick part of the umbrella or the little plastic rubber bands holding it shut, so I can only assume that she somehow ate the entire thing during the dozen-or-so minutes she was in there.
And that is why I am sitting here, typing up this post and sizing up the limit on my credit card while I wait for the vet to call me back.
Can something good please happen today? Please?
And here I am now a week later, waiting for the vet to call me back and crossing my fingers that I'll come away from this latest incident only $500 poorer. Earlier today, I heard something fall down the chimney and called up the apartment office to get someone over here to help me extract the poor creature. In the meantime, I baked pumpkins, roasted pumpkin seeds, and got one wedged between my teeth. Upon discovering that I only had two inches of dental floss left, I used a cocktail umbrella to pick the errant seed shard out from between my teeth. After waiting almost three hours for maintenance to drop by (apparently "on their way" means "after I have lunch and take a good long nap"), I shut Miss Demeanor in the bathroom so that the maintenance guy could extract whatever was nestled so unhappily up in the chimney (turns out it was a starling). After the maintenance guy evicted the bird and left, I opened the bathroom door and let Miss Demeanor out... only to find the remnants of the little yellow cocktail umbrella.
By remnants, I mean a few fragments of drool-soaked yellow paper. After searching the entire bathroom top to bottom, I have yet to find the wooden toothpick part of the umbrella or the little plastic rubber bands holding it shut, so I can only assume that she somehow ate the entire thing during the dozen-or-so minutes she was in there.
And that is why I am sitting here, typing up this post and sizing up the limit on my credit card while I wait for the vet to call me back.
Can something good please happen today? Please?