if there were never another quasi-amusing blog post about visting the vet, would the internet be worse off?
I took MC Grace E. Grace back to the cat rescue today to get her microchip and another booster shot. It was fun to take her back and let them know how well she's doing. She has gained a whole pound since we got her. We'll take her to our vet in Sunnyvale from here on out, but the adoption wasn't final until we had her chipped, so I got her shot done, too, and they gave her a manicure. I wanted another demonstration of how to clip her funny feet, since I've been intimidated by the double-claws. Some of her claws are set right next to each other so they have to be cut together, and now I know the best way to do that.
Gracie sang a very sad song to me when we got into the car, about the most abused kitty in the world who was ripped from the bliss of the front window and shoved into a box and taken out of the house and put in a car and then the jerk who did that kept poking her fingers through the cage like that was going to help, so she needed to be swatted. The last line is, "...and everything is horrible and will never be good again." It was a tragic, tragic story.
I'm sort-of sick, in that I have a headache and a sore throat, but I haven't progressed past that. Dennis is sort-of better. This is a house of vagueness.
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