So...as many of you know I am in the stages of moving to SF...and here is how my life works...YAY ME!
Yesterday I took my cat to the vet because he has been pretty listless the last few days....It's the striped cat in my pics that I bottle raised for those interested....well he wasn't himself so I took Riff Raff to the DR.
Turns out he had a pretty high fever but not sure why. The Vet prescribed antibiotics in hopes to bring down the fever and help whatever was wrong. He couldn't find anything that stood out in the exam other than the fever.
So I took him home and he seemed ok...even a lil feisty...gave him his morning dose and went to work.
I came home today played a lil on here and realized that I hadn't seen Riff. I went searching and found him laying by the bed and his breathing was all fucked up....I rushed him back to vet....his fever has raced up to 106 and they had to admit him...when I left they wee preparing for bloodwork and had him laying on a cold pad and putting stuff on the pads of his feet...they said they would call me in the morning...FUCK!
After the initial shock wore off I started thinkin...OH shit...I totally promised money to my new roomates and now this shit....and overnight stay at the vet has to cost a fortune...what the fuck!!!
I have told everyone about the move and now this shit...Fuck me in the goat ass!!!
Yesterday I took my cat to the vet because he has been pretty listless the last few days....It's the striped cat in my pics that I bottle raised for those interested....well he wasn't himself so I took Riff Raff to the DR.
Turns out he had a pretty high fever but not sure why. The Vet prescribed antibiotics in hopes to bring down the fever and help whatever was wrong. He couldn't find anything that stood out in the exam other than the fever.
So I took him home and he seemed ok...even a lil feisty...gave him his morning dose and went to work.
I came home today played a lil on here and realized that I hadn't seen Riff. I went searching and found him laying by the bed and his breathing was all fucked up....I rushed him back to vet....his fever has raced up to 106 and they had to admit him...when I left they wee preparing for bloodwork and had him laying on a cold pad and putting stuff on the pads of his feet...they said they would call me in the morning...FUCK!
After the initial shock wore off I started thinkin...OH shit...I totally promised money to my new roomates and now this shit....and overnight stay at the vet has to cost a fortune...what the fuck!!!
I have told everyone about the move and now this shit...Fuck me in the goat ass!!!
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elicit77:
Chummin bro, so, you're a striped-kitty-lover too. I have one of my own so I feel for you. Money sucks, it either makes you or breaks you. If its ok wit ya, maybe sometime before you leave we could get together and chill out, drink a few beers and shoot the shit. Later, bro. 
nolovetildeath:
What up homie? How was the weekend?
