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The Bang Bang Theories

Here. We. Go.

Stanley the Cat is acting tweaky. Decided not to eat last night. He was fine in the morning, but by the time I came home, he was just camped out under the guest bed and didn’t want to participate in the family life.

We hauled him out and he joined us in the living room, and then stayed in bed all night on his pillow.

Needless to say, his catass was hauled to the vet this morning. He was under great distress and of course shit in his carrier, which was on my lap. So I enjoyed that smell for the duration of the ride.

Vet says all systems look good. Running some bloodwork. Gave him something for nausea and an antacid, told us to feed him some chicken-type babyfood tonight, but he has of course reclused (is that a word? If not, it should be, so I’m using it even though spellcheck disagrees with me) himself back beneath the bed since he came home.

Bloodwork results in the a.m. So far, $201 bucks for nothing. But they did clean out his shitty cat carrier and washed his ass while we were there, so that’s worth about 101 of those dollars. And you sure couldn’t have asked for a fresher stool sample. Which looked normal, by the way.
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