Comfort Food

Overslept a little, but got up and called the vet. The receptionist said that they got the fax from the emergency vet, and what do you want us to do? Um, treat my cat? I got an appointment for 3:30.  

 

Harlee decided that she was hungry, and she ate some dry food! I'm going to try her on her normal wet food later.

 

She ate some of the wet food. And she's walking around complaining, which is music to my ears. I still think that the vet should look at her though. 

 

The vet thought that Harlee was doing well. She wants me to give Harlee subcutaneous fluids twice a week. She also gave me some meds for Harlee. She thought that the antibiotics that the emergency vet gave her should take care of the pancreatitis. 

 

I'm going to sleep well tonight! I'm really tired.

 

I fed the girls when I got home from work. Harlee ate some of her food, but then she ate some of Mimi's leftovers. They aren't good for her due to her sensitivity to chicken, but I'm glad to see her eating anything. Mimi promptly ate some of Zara's leftovers.

 

As for me, I made some grilled cheese and tomato soup. My cheddar slices were growing a science experiment (yes, I need to clean out the refrigerator), but I had some mozzarella that was still good. Quick, cheap, and tasty.

 

I need to go to sleep soon and get up early to give Harlee her subcutaneous fluids. She is not one to suffer in silence, so I need to do it during the day.

 

I know that it's a little morbid, and jumping the gun, but I want my ashes to be buried along with my cats. I found a place in the Northern suburbs of Chicago that will do that. I should check it out and, when I can scrape together the money, buy a plot.