This is Ashton Rosevelt.
The sweetest grey striped boy ever.
Yes, I know everyone thinks their cat is the best,
only this time, mine is.
My boy was not acting himself.
Not napping on my bed.
Not looking out the windows at the birds.
(not that there are a lot now but still ...)
I found him under my daughter's bed.
She's away and usually he's on top not under.
That's when I noticed his totally closed left eye.
I called.
Got in later that day.
Only Ashton would have none of it.
Had to call them back and explain that he was not
going to come out from under the bed.
I thought, maybe he'd get better
and not have to go to the mean vet.
No Ashton that night either.
No one talking to me and doing their toes at three.
(he is very friendly late at night)
So, I decide I'll find him
and get in somewhere.
Even looked up Er's and walk in places.
I had plans.
My cat was going to be seen.
I called our vet and of course
they couldn't get me in till five.
I told them I'd be by to get a copy of my records.
Suddenly, she said I could bring him in
and leave him and the Dr. would look
at him in between appointments.
(I guess I bring in a lot of money
either that or there's a sign that
flashes five cats and two dogs.
They probably don't want to lose my business.)
I won't go into details as to how much fun
it was to get Ashton into his cage
after getting him out from under the bed.
Nope, I think everyone knows that thrill.
I get him to the vets and start to fill out my paperwork.
I tell her how I was going to go somewhere
if they couldn't have gotten me in.
Suddenly, she says the Dr. will make time for me.
So, I got a room and Ashton and I waited.
They even offered me coffee.
Now, how many times does that happen .. never.
Ends up that Ashton only has a bad scratch.
No permanent damage.
I get the fun times of putting drops
in both his eyes for five days.
And, did I say,
several times a day.
Ashton feels better.
I think it was the numbing medications
that they put in his eye to check it.
Just that made him less cranky.
That's what I did this morning.
This afternoon, I did his drops.
He's back to sitting in the window
watching the birds and leaves.
Me, I'm having tea.
And, looking at my new scratches.
My boy is better.
The rest is no big deal.
Enjoy your weekend.
I plan on it ...
I'm assuming Ashton will be back
on the bed purring away.
~ JC ~
