Poor Kitty

We took our eight year old kitty, Pumpkin, to the vet this afternoon, a result of a strange milky -- and as of today, bloody -- film over his eyes. Apparently, he has a rip-roaring infection that could be caused from many things, including feline leukemia or aids (which they ruled out). It could also be a simple infection from a cat fight or something, but we're still waiting to hear on another panel of tests (I hope and pray dh doesn't see the bill for this).

Anyway, we're administering two different ointments to his eyes (one antibiotic and another pain killer) and one oral antibiotic. We hope he's on the road to recovery and that it's not something bad.

On a lighter note, I couldn't stop chuckling because they took his blood pressure! Yep. They put a little itty bitty cuff around his leg and pumped it up. LOL! I don't know why, but I can't get the image out of my head. It's especially amusing because dh and I have been taking our blood pressure for the last few days, courtesy of some equipment my dad left behind on one of his visits. I guess kitties and humans aren't all that different when it comes down to it (to what? I don't know what that means, but you know what I mean. Right? LOL).

If I seem squirrely, it's Kristen's cat's fault. No. LOL. It's because it's 1:40 a.m. and I'm goofy-headed. How late can you stay up before you quit making sense?

Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.

Good night, sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! ...