nebris | Kitteh Nooz Etc

~We're both doing better today. And so is Icarus. He's happily lounging on his box and was soaking up petting and such from me. I was telling him that Burrito Kitty Torture Time was coming up because his towel was in the dryer. He of course was blissfully ignorant of what I was saying

I get to wrap him in tightly a towel and hold him down while Le-Le squirts cherry flavored antibiotics into his big squawking gob. Poor Buckethead.

The tumor on his foot looks fucking nasty with all the hair shaved off. [I've been calling him 'Chickenfoot' lol] He gets seven days of anti-inflammatory and two weeks of cherry flavored antibiotics and then he goes back to the vet and we see what the what is.

We're doing are best to 'be okay'. There is a type of tumor that does recede and go away. He's really my best buddy of all the little weasels and...well, I don't want to go there right now. My sinuses are fucked up enough from crying.

Speaking of going back to the vet, it dawned on me that we gotta pay for that too. *sigh*