Hi all, Siren here. I felt the need to share. To vent. To kvetch if you will.
I had to go back to the vet on Saturday. It was St. Patrick's Day and my plans did not include shots and being poked at. I had hoped for some corned beef and sneaking a sip of beer.
Finally back at home I expected to be left alone.
As I drifted off I heard her, The Florence Nightingale of animals, coming my way. We had already discussed meds by mouth and come to the agreement that they are a NO so all I could do was assume she was in anxious mode again.
Oh fabulous, she has the camera with her.
I'm fine, just fine. I'm breathing and everything. Didn't we just come from the vet? Good heavens you're needy.
Here. Take my pulse or something. Anything to make you calm down and go away.
Well of course my claws are in. I'm annoyed but I'm not an animal.
Ya know, sometimes you just suck the color out of my world.
Thank goodness! Isadora just threw up in a shoe. Peace and quiet at last.