Mumbling Madly

First of all, I am ridiculous about my cat…so expect to see a lot of her–but not in the creepy, Cat Lady throwing cats, obsessive way.
Secondly, Hobbes threatened to darken death’s door just last week by swallowing some mysterious object and landing in the animal hospital for several days. There’s nothing like telling the kind, vetinarian student that yes, my cat has been vomiting every three hours for the past 24. Appearantly nothing was coming in and nothing was going out. I spent much time sobbing and driving back and forth from the hospital (up to four times in one day), and weighing the possible cost of internal surgery. X-rays were fuzzy and even after a sonogram they could only detect a strange, washer-shaped object lingering at the bottom of her stomach. We took her home each night to reduce the bill, and watched her stagger around on Special K and a start-up drug similiar to morphine. (No kidding, the vet referred to it as “that popular street drug”). She survived. This is a picture of her hiding her face in disgrace. Note her shaved belly.