11-13-2009, 05:14 PM
Remember that one DOOM gathering where ED's rat had the cone of shame on and was scratching, scratching, scratching, like a mad killer trying to scratch off the blood stains. Ed said he spent like $500 on that rat and we were all shocked. How many rats can you buy for $500?
OK, I'm eating that experience like dead crow now. We have a tamed feral cat. That means it's basically a free cat, except for some shots, because I caught it and domesticated it...well sort of. You can never really domestic ferals. Anyway she ain't free no more.
A few weeks ago, she stopped eating. We took her into the vet. $1000+ for tests and some teeth extractions. We took her home. She still didn't eat, but with the extractions, that's somewhat understandable. I tried to give her some pain meds and antibiotics, but she clawed me something fierce, so fierce that several hours later, I was sitting right here at my desk at work and I extracted a claw from my palm that was half the size of a tic tac. Ouch. Sure, that doesn't compare to Greg's foot, but still. So now, she's still not eating. Yesterday, we dropped another $500 on tests. The result? They think we have an anorexic cat. WTF?!? Anorexic?! Cats don't care if they look fat. So last night, I spent another $20 at Raley's trying to think like a feral cat and get stuff she'd like to eat - mostly tinned seafood.
OK, I'm eating that experience like dead crow now. We have a tamed feral cat. That means it's basically a free cat, except for some shots, because I caught it and domesticated it...well sort of. You can never really domestic ferals. Anyway she ain't free no more.
A few weeks ago, she stopped eating. We took her into the vet. $1000+ for tests and some teeth extractions. We took her home. She still didn't eat, but with the extractions, that's somewhat understandable. I tried to give her some pain meds and antibiotics, but she clawed me something fierce, so fierce that several hours later, I was sitting right here at my desk at work and I extracted a claw from my palm that was half the size of a tic tac. Ouch. Sure, that doesn't compare to Greg's foot, but still. So now, she's still not eating. Yesterday, we dropped another $500 on tests. The result? They think we have an anorexic cat. WTF?!? Anorexic?! Cats don't care if they look fat. So last night, I spent another $20 at Raley's trying to think like a feral cat and get stuff she'd like to eat - mostly tinned seafood.
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