Well, I should say, the receptionist at the vet’s office called today. She asked how Miko was doing, wanting to make sure there was no more straining and we were keeping up with her meds. I told them everything was going really well, and we weren’t having any further issues.

She then asked about the mice. I guess when the exotics vet requested the mice’s records, they cued in to the fact that I got a second opinion. The vet was curious as to their diagnosis. I was honest, and said that while the other vet couldn’t conclusively diagnose anything, the mice were put on antibiotics (baytril and doxycycline) and the noises stopped. So much for being surreptitious.

And then a took a deep breath (figuratively, not literally), and I told the receptionist that I wanted to return the un-opened bag of prescription dry food. I’m a wuss when it comes to anything remotely confrontational, so I was quite proud of myself when I said, “I’ve thought it over and I really do not feel comfortable feeding them the prescription food. We’ll be exploring other methods of diet management.” Of course, I didn’t tell her what those other methods were, but I’m sure it will come up soon enough.

She said she’d make note of it, and told me to call if I had any further issues (which was kind of a joke, because when she first called she said, “It’s been a whole week since we’ve talked, that’s unusual.”)