Cat worries

Agh. I was going to post a nice cheerful bouncy "see you in a week," but my cat is still limping quite badly on his left front paw, and I'm taking him over to the vet to get X-rays this afternoon. I'm hoping very hard that the sequel to this will not be hauling him off to the University of Minnesota Small Animal Clinic in Friday afternoon traffic. I don't know what can be wrong with him. He acts quite perky otherwise, and his single complaint is that since I won't let him downstairs, he is bored out of his mind and deeply put upon. Well, right now he is also starving, having had no food since midnight, but that is a more temporary situation.

Jordan hates her antibiotic (who wouldn't; gloppy orange goo, yuck) and is ever more creative in drooling or spitting it around, not to mention making us fear that we'll injure her or she'll injure herself in her resistance to the administration of the despised glop.

In better news, David will be home from California tonight; Eric arrives tomorrow; the city has reposted the street for cleaning on Monday, so there will not be gigantic boulders of ice, snow, and maple leaves to impede parking; and I retain far more copy-typing skills than I had any right to expect.

A lot of you have far worse travails than the ones I'm complaining of, and I'll be thinking of you even as I fall behind in reading for a week or so.

P.

Cat Update

Okay, it's not some terrible murky thing like bone cancer, or "let's do an MRI before we speculate" or anything of that nature.

However, the poor guy has two broken toes. He has to stay overnight at the vet's, which he will certainly hate, though at least he'll be doped up for much of it, and they are putting a splint on his foot, and I have to call tomorrow to see how he's coming along.

I'm so relieved that it's not something horrific and incurable, but I can tell you right now, he is going to be the worst patient ever. The veterinary office, often so sensible, has already said to me, "You should try to limit jumping." (They meant his jumping; I am not much at risk for leaping about except metaphorically.)

Oh, right.

Any tips from people who have had cats with injured paws will be gratefully accepted. Especially obstreperous, opinionated, willful, uncooperative, high-energy cats with injured paws, who have ALREADY USED SAID PAWS TO SCRATCH AT THE DOOR, TO CHASE PIECES OF PAPER, TO KNEAD THE SHOULDER OF THE HUMAN, AND TO WASH THEIR SILLY ORANGE FACES.

P.