This morning, I dropped by the cats’ vet to return the unopened bag of dry food. I told the receptionist, “It’s been a week since I’ve been here, I thought you might be starting to miss me.” Of course, she had to ask for my last name, because everyone there knows me by my cats.

Then I called the mice’s vet. The boys seem to be coming down with another cold: slight chattering noises, weepy eyes, etc. I wanted to know if I could just pick up the medication, and save myself the hassle and expense of an actual visit, wherein the vet will confirm my suspicions (yes, they are making noises…) and since there’s no way to run a culture or any other definitive diagnostics, the vet will do the only thing she can: prescribe antibiotics.

Would I pay the cost for an exam? Absolutely. Would I avoid it if I had the opportunity? Definitely.The office finally called back this afternoon. One of the vet techs was able to get a hold of Dr. Dankoski (even though she’s off today), and she said I could pick up the medications, on one condition: that I bring the boys in towards the end of the round to see if we need to keep them on antibiotics a little longer. That makes a lot of sense, and now I have two weeks to save up that extra hundred or so dollars (it’s been rough lately with the cats urinary issues)In other news:

The shipment of frozen ground chicken and chicken hearts arrived from Hare Today. That means I can start mixing and freezing the cats’ food as early as tonight! I’m excited, I’ll admit it.