Well, I took C-note to Dr. Bateman's office to see if he could prescribe some medicine to help with the cat allergies. Dr. Bateman told me to get Claritin, which I already told him did not seem to be helping. His next suggestion was to get a burlap bag, a rope, put the kitties in and toss it into the Pacific. No joke. I was on the verge of asking him whether he really felt that was professionally appropriate, but then my better judgement kicked in and I kicked him really hard in the nuts. He deserved it.
Well, not really, but I wish. Now he's officially Dr. Bateshit.
Mr. B and his posse made ice cream sundaes today. Mr B. chose vanilla ice cream, M&M's, gummy worms, chocolate syrup, hazelnuts, pastel sprinkles, whipped cream, six marachino cherries, and then more M&M's. A masterpiece that, following completion, went directly into the trash post haste. Mr. B was going to have none of that.
There are certain words that create an immediate impact of the psyche. Such as "earwig".
How horrific and embarrassing is it to take your kitten to the vet in an emergency due to accidentally spinning him in the dryer on Delicate/Low Heat while you were in the shower? Extremely, death-defyingly traumatic.
Timmy is recovering nicely, but is now probably already on his eighth life while only 3 months old.
