The irritating thing about doctors, which at this moment includes vets as well, is that they don't seem to realize how important your, particular, animal is. They're perhaps a little more cavalier than you would like them to be. So, for instance, yesterday the vet told us to stop giving the cat the pain medication she'd been on because she thought that that was what was making Guliko hide under the bed and not really want to eat. And she said that she would call the girlfriend today to see how Guliko was doing today and let us know if she'd heard from the vet that might do the surgery on Guliko's ear.
She of course did not do that. Fortunately, Guliko is doing much better. She came out yesterday to eat wet food and be petted and today when I came home she came out and wanted to be petted and have her tummy rubbed and sit on my lap for a while. Which is way better than she's done since Monday, so I'm taking it as a good sign. This is a good thing because the girlfriend is out of town for the weekend at her step-sister's graduation, so I'm all alone with the ailing kitty. With any luck, we'll be okay on our own until Sunday!
I have come to terms with the fact that at least until the cat's health crisis is over, this blog is going to be mostly about the cat. Maybe after she's better I'll have non-kitty things to say. Maybe.
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