Our Peep. Pre-popped toe.
1. You can't imagine how thrilled I was to finally get our local NBC channel back after it's summer hiatus when we don't get that channel. Eagerly I tuned in to watch what was happening in pop culture. However, I was deeply troubled emotionally by an all night dream where me and Kenye West, and the girl with the big bottom were friends. It was horrible. They are not quality people. See if I ever watch Entertainment Tonight ever again. Thanks, Mario Lopez, but you gave me nightmares.
2. Our part of Ohio was rocked by EARTHQUAKE CRISIS 2013. West Coast friends, try not to die laughing at our 3.5 window rattler. Honestly I was in town so I didn't notice anything. Everyone is all agog at the event tho. Despite this shocking shock we will soldier on. We will rebuild. Maybe I'll get some wrist bands made or something.
3. In the most unbelievable event of the day, our cat Peep popped a toe. That is, she dislocated her toe. Can you believe it? Yep. It happens. We think she got her claw caught in the carpet when she was fighting our basement kitty, Gato Diablo, under the door. When she tried to get away she wrenched her toe clear out of joint.
It took both of us to get her out from under the bed and shoved in a carrier. We grabbed the emergency direct phone line to the vet, alerted them we were coming in hard and fast, and tore out of here like greased lightening.
Did you ever notice what jerks people are when they race around you and drive too fast - but if YOU have the "hey-get-outta-my-ways" then you expect them to just be understanding and move over? Yeah that. Lets just say we got there fast. Real fast.
Poor Peep. She's an especially tender victual anyway seeing that she is our bottle raised singleton.... but add that to her naturally occurring calico 'torti-tude"... and she is a handful. And she really hates the vet. I was basically laying on her while she was on the exam table, holding her so she would only bite me, when the vet popped her toe back in place. Good thing I was leaning on the table so heavily or my knees might have gone out from under me. I very nearly passed out.
Aside from the sore toe Peep got an A+ from the vet. She got a shot of this and some drops of that to keep her comfortable. Of course I didn't get anything. You'd think they'd at least serve shots of tequila.
At this writing (Wednesday night) our Peep is in a drug induced slumber on my husband's chest downstairs away from the rest of The Insane Cat Posse. She blames me entirely for the mild earth shaking, losing a fight to a basement kitty, being shoved in the dreaded cat carrier, going on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, and having some strange crazy woman yanking on her hurt toe. Occasionally Peep wakes up and give my husband big, sad eyes and asks him why I'm so mean.
As for me I'm going to take Peep another can of food and feed it to her with a spoon.
Happy Thursday everyone. How was your day?