We are beset by strokes, it seems. The Mrs.' father, then Toopie; the Mrs.' mother, and now Bart. I had just returned from Iowa Monday night (Labor Day) when I heard Bart fall behind me, and I witnessed him struggling to get up as his tail twisted to the left. I put him in a soft bed, and in about ten minutes, he was up and wobbling around. I took Tuesday off and took him to the vet, and now every morning I pill him to keep his heart in rhythm and to thin his blood. Pilling a cat is not something you take lightly. I had the vet give me a good lesson, and so far, Bart takes it well. Before I pick him up by the scruff of his neck I repeat to myself, "All Cats Are Always Loaded." Bart is worth the risk.
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Had to wrap the short-haired Calico up in a towel cylindrically and hold her, whilst the wife shot the ampecillen syringe down the maw.
Understood!
gfa
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