Cat drama returns

Since Buttons was put to sleep most of our cat drama had subsided.  Spook has more or less been “healthy” except for her one urinary tract infection thing.  I mentioned a few days ago how Spook, who always has shedded hair like crazy,  had taken up to accelerating the process by pulling clumps of her shaggy hair out with her mouth and spitting them out.  That condition while gross, wasn’t seen as life threatening in our eyes. 

I think I also mentioned that the cat has been eating less and less.  In fact in the last week she has hardly touched her food at all.  As a result she looked very emaciated although she was still acting “normal” which at this point means she sleeps and pulls her hair out when awake.  Well after so long without eating I was getting more concerned. Last night I decided to take some tuna out and put it down for the cat, it’s her favorite food.

Spook immediately came over and hungrily picked up a piece.  She immediately shook her head in pain and spit it out.  She tried to get another piece and again winced in pain and spit it out, she ran away after that.  So now I had a clear picture of what was going on.  I originally theorized that maybe Spook’s stomach was packed with the fur that she has been pulling out.  Now it seems pretty clear that the problem is in her mouth.  She must have a very painful/infected tooth that is causing her to not eat.

So obviously the cat needed to go to the vet.  Ali asked if I wanted her to take the cat today which I agreed to.  However shortly thereafter Ali became belligerent to the very premise that she suggested herself.  Ali changed her mind and decided that I should be the one to drop off the cat at the vet since the vet is about a mile from my office (even less from her work place)  Ali wanted to go to ballet class Thursday morning at 11 am and having to drop the cat off at the vet beforehand would for some reason be incredibly inconvenient for her.  Ali thought it made much more sense for me, the person getting up early and that is supposed to be at work by 8am drop off the cat instead.

Well this resulted in a back and forth discussion.  To be honest I was flabbergasted that the discussion was even occurring.  If the situation was reversed and I didn’t have to be anywhere until 11 and Ali had to be at work by 8 of course I would take the cat without a peep.  It only makes sense.  Well in this situation, common sense didn’t apply.  Ali bitched and moaned all night about having to take the cat to the vet. 

I was really put off by Ali carrying on so much about it so I decided I will just take the f’in cat myself.  This morning I corralled Spook into the crate and drove her down to the vet where I pulled in to the lot about 7:45.  My already high level of frustration cranked up a few more notches when I see on the door that they didn’t open until 8:30!  Well that seals the deal, there was absolutely no way I should have been the one playing cat taxi since the place doesn’t even open until a half hour after I am supposed to be at work.  I sat there and stewed until I saw an employee outside that would let me in.

I dropped off Spook, who had her customary mucus fangs from the trip and asked the vet to give me a call with an update. Ali, who only admits wrong doing once a decade was clearly on the wrong side of the fence on this one whether she wants to fess up or not.