Oh Brother...

This is not the face of a happy ladycat. I knew the day was off to a bad start when the first thing I heard was a screetch of "what the ( H E double hockey sticks) happened?!?!?!?!?!?!?!".

My eye was swollen nearly shut, and I had tears on my cheek. The left side of my face was so puffy. Mum spared me the indignity of photographing me in that condition, and waited until we were back home and the medicines were starting to work. I was whisked off to the new vet. After a false start where I managed to somehow get underneath the base of my carrier, I came out to be examined properly. Although, the vet said hiding in a carrier served it's purpose, because it was dark and I still couldn't open my eye. This showed him that I wasn't only sensative to light.

I had an eye stain done, which thankfully showed no scratches on my eyeball or any foreign objects (the claw of a certain fat tabby would have made a hasty exit). The colouring made my nose bright green because of the way a kitty eye drains, which was a very unladylike look.

Dr. Paul gave me an injection of a quick acting anti-inflammatory, which had started working even before he finished explaining the antibiotic eye gel that has to be squirted in my eye twice a day. By the time we got home, I could open my eye about halfway.

Mum was happy with Dr. Paul. Our old vet was bought out, and then they got rid of all the staff! They were a little bit 'all about the money', and whether you went there with limbs spontaneously falling off or a toenail that needed a trim, they would say it could be cancer. So we found out where Dr. Judy (who I love) had gone, and followed her to her new clinic. Dr. Judy wasn't working today, but Dr. Paul was a very good replacement. Mum loved that their motto is 'Continuity of Care' and that the whole place was spotless. They also have a lovely vet nurse named Yvette, who helped me to hide from the dog in the waiting room. I loved that Dr. Paul said I had one of the most beautiful, soft coats he had touched. See Daddy, it's not just mum's bias!!! :)

The fat tabby started sucking up the moment I got home.

I might let him hang for a while longer, and see how much extra Fancy Feast this will earn me. Hahaha!