This morning I had to make an emergency trip to the vet. Jeff's forehead and nose were all swollen and the swelling wasn't stopping. Then, there was Pee Wee with his chest so congested he was having a hard time not throwing up his food.
B"H, Jeff's swelling was from his constant love of attacking his siblings. The vet said he had taken a nail to the forehead and it got infected.
So both boys had shots and are now on Clavamox, and Pee Wee has his humidifier running with Katz in it. :] The excitement never ends when you have seven cats. :]
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and i thought the nine years of college were a rough and tough bit of life.
(i had, at one time, five cats under my care and parenting, and i am now down to two - lost two in a non-divorce, and gave a trouble-maker to a friend where he now lives like a spoiled brat and still puts on hissy fits)
p.s.: that was too long a parenthetical statement
Mine keep dying off playing chicken with the cars on the road. Unfortunately, the cars are winning.
So, I've gone from 11 cats down to seven now...and everyone of them is a spoiled brat. :]
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