It also turns out that while I'm on antibiotics I'm considered too ill to under transplant surgery, so my name temporarily comes off the transplant waiting list until I've completed the regimen. This stupid thing gets more and more complicated.
In my absence, Catitude was diagnosed with an impacted anal gland that subsequently became infected. They drained and flushed it, and put her on antibiotics. Pilling Catitude, according to The Socialist, is akin to pilling a crocodile. You can get the pill down her throat, but only because your fingers are still attached to it. Makes me glad I wasn't home, since I have a nasty feeling that duty would have fallen to the in-house veterinarian had she been available.
Speaking of the Socialist, his 31st birthday is in six days. I've gotten him the Episode II DVD and the extended Lord of the Rings DVD "collector's DVD pack" that includes the Argonath bookends and some extra DVD footage. Now I just need to get some appropriate wrapping paper. You'd think the Sad-Sack was turning thirty again, the way he's mourning his passage to 31. Little does he seem to realize that the best is just beginning.
I'll have to get some pictures of Catitude in her "Cone of Silence" for my next update. Bonus points for the first one who remembers where "Cone of Silence" originated from.