My cat Bebe probably just had toothache. She's had her
and one tooth pulled. Her bloodwork turned up nothing
unusual, except one stress hormone, which was off the
charts. In particular, she's
FeLV negative, which is what I was worried about.
She Did Not Appreciate being at the vet.
When I went to pick her up she was huddled wild-eyed in the
back of her cage, having hissed and swiped at
the nurse when she tried to feed her. Ingrate.
Slashdot-poster. I've never had so easy a time getting her
in her box. She wanted out of there.
I think part of the problem was ambient noise. My vet got
evicted last September, and is now running his practice out
of his garage. It's a much better setup than it sounds, and
my vet is wonderful, but the street noise and sirens - it's
across the road from SF General's ER, and near the 101
overpass - may have contributed to Bebe's general air of
She's resilient, though. She settled down within minutes of
getting home, and was last seen swarming delightedly around
the house like some crazed species of otter: the Mission
No more fishy catbreath, yay!
My life would be far less complicated if I didn't like
animals at all.