That was a sigh of relief, I swear. The Fuzzman�s home. Picked him up from the Animal Emergency Clinic this morning. He did well. His temp was up, his blood stats were up, he was eating a bit of food�what more could I ask for? They said he seemed to be out of immediate danger and shouldn�t need a transfusion.
Did you know Siamese cats have a different blood type than most cats? Thankfully we had a potential donor. My pal Tams, who works at the ASPCA, came with us to the clinic for moral support. Her cat�s a Siamese mix, too. A lovely creature with the Siamese voice that Fuzzy thankfully lacks entirely.
Anyway, the clinic had a great vet and vet tech. I learned so much from them, and it was a relief to take him somewhere quiet, somewhere where he got all of the attention he should�ve been having. Somewhere where they would do two blood tests, just to be certain he�d improved that much. And of course their experience with animal poisonings was reassuring and great.
So FJ is in a deluxe new crate in the dining room area, complete with litter box, two kinds of food, and a big bowl of water. I left The Whip on, so Larry would keep him company. Mom (that�s my mother, people�I do not refer to myself has the cat�s mother�I'll gladly throw down $500 to save him, but I will pretend to be his mother) is bringing him a bed tonight, so he can curl up in there during the day.
I�m also pretty sure he�s not gay. He�s been distressed about the anal thermometer issue, which he�s endured quite a bit these past several days. He clearly feels dirty and can�t stop trying to make himself clean again, much to the amusement of his general audience.
So now it�s rest and confinement and vitamin K and food. Most of all, a good night�s sleep.