So Ketzel’s not doing so well. She’s at the clinic right now, she may have liver failure, which means the best she can hope for is maybe a few months, and quite likely less than that. It’s sad, but it’s not really unexpected, for me. Even over the past few months I’ve seen that she’s not exactly the healthiest cat out there, and she’s definitely looking and feeling old.
We were over at the clinic today checking out the future boarding kennel building. We went into the clinic, and there was smoke in the operating room. The Veterinary Assistant called the fire department, and we looked around to figure out what was going. Just as the three fire trucks and huge brigade of volunteer fire fighters arrived, we found the culprit – a charger for a cordless drill was plugged in and had burnt out and melted. Hooray for excitement for the day. The last thing you want is a fire in a room with pure oxygen tanks in it…
I took Dayle outside on a leash. He spent most of the time outside trying to roll or slink out of the harness. I think I might be able to get him used to it, but I don’t know if it will help with his insanity. I hope so.
Now I must go eat dinner.