Okay, let me just preface this by saying, this is the short version because I am tired of telling this story...
Saturday night I found a stray kitten practically on my doorstep and upon picking it up, it bit me, a very small bite, but still, a bite. So I put it down and it kind of rolled around. I put it on my porch for the moment until I could figure out what to do, and after a few minutes, I noticed it was violently shaking its legs. Um seizure? I shooed it off the porch and in the morning, it was dead. FABULOUS!
So after many phone calls to Mom, vets, animal control, etc. I found myself with a dead cat in our refrigerator (in like 6 trash bags) and myself on the way to the ER to have the bite looked at.
The cat will be tested for whatever killed it today and when I find out what that was, I may have to go back to a doctor to get some kind of preventitive treatment.
Stupid cat!
Stupid me!
Stupid!
Needless to say, cats beware! I've never been a big fan, but now? Forget it!
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another adventure where we seem to have prevailed....hooray! And wasn't it great to have Sunday off and see that house?
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