Poor Ivory has had a rough day. She got stuffed in Gidgettte’s carrier (I couldn’t get to hers), carted to the vet, sedated, washed and shaved. My fluffy ball of fur is a skinny, bony cat with a puff-ball tail.
Gidgette is hissing and generally being a bitch. Ivory is sleeping in my arms. When she tries to walk, her back legs don’t quite follow along her front legs.
Both got their heart worm medicine. Ivory goes back on Saturday for her yearly vaccines.
I’m going to put both of us to bed. We’ve both had a long day.