So Guliko the kitty took a little spill on Thursday. She was trying to leap from the floor to the windowsill--she loves to look out at the birds and sniff the air--and only caught the sill with her front legs. Her back legs landed on a pile of pillows, which fell over, so she barely caught herself on the windowsill. She seemed mostly fine on Thursday, but Friday she was limping and having trouble getting up and yowling in pain when she had to get up. So the girlfriend and I were worried. Very worried. And of course she was getting worse after 6, too late to take her to her regular vet. After calling around, we found that the only 24-hour vet in the area was an hour and 15 minutes away, which seemed like an awful long way to go. We decided to wait until the morning and eventually found a vet that had walk-in hours this morning, because she is still limping and clearly not feeling like herself.
The giant dog in the waiting room made us rethink the decision, and Guliko and I found ourselves waiting in the car until the vet could see us, which she did not appreciate. But the upshot is that she is probably fine but very sore. So she gets an anti-inflammatory and as much rest as we can make her take. And lots of pets. And probably lots and lots of the wet food she loves. Man, are we pushovers.
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