Miss P goes to the vet and other excitement
Yesterday Miss P and I went to the vet. The cat WAS NOT happy to be there. “Hi big head,” the vet said to my newly thin Pumpkin. The cat tried to leave the room. She howled and howled with her ears pooched down and her face mashed up like a cartoon as the vet took urine from her bladder with a needle. I’ll have the results of the urinalysis and urine culture on Thursday. The tests cost a fortune, but the vet waived her office visit fee for us.
Perhaps as retribution, the cat woke me at 3AM by scratching on the door and at 6AM by howling before she came to bed and landed on my belly. She hates me.
I’m not running today because of the 13 mile run tomorrow. I went to the Green Market, got fresh corn, leeks and bok choi, bread, pastry, turkey and blueberries. I came home and sauteed tofu with the leeks and bok choi to eat later. I miss shopping on Saturday mornings when I run, so this morning was a treat.
I’m trying to convince myself to swim today, but the pools will be a mob scene and I have to get up at 4AM tomorrow. I have All About Eve on my DVR and Hairspray is playing at the local movie theater. Do I really NEED to swim?
August 4, 2007 at 2:00 pm
Hope kitty’s okay. THanks for the book recommendation. I’ll add it to my list.
August 4, 2007 at 8:02 pm
Crossing my fingers for your Pumpkin. I’d offer to send you some good vibes during your race, but I’ll be rolling over in bed snoozing while you are at it.
So this will have to do: Good luck in your race. 
August 5, 2007 at 12:23 pm
Wishing you (and kitty) well.
August 5, 2007 at 1:02 pm
Hope Pumpkin’s test come out well. Howling kitties are not fun. And if I had a choice between “All about Eve” and “Hairspray”….”Eve” would win. After seeing “Hairspray” on Broadway about 5 years ago, Travolta is just plain dumb as Edna. Harvey Fierstein was sooooo much better. My friend Gregg used to meet him in the hallways of the rehearsal studios all the time and said he was like a total Mama anyways. Always asking how you were and offering to bring soup if you were sick. Travolta just makes her big and dumb. And he/she doesn’t even kiss Christopher Walken on the lips…god-forbid!! Must be a Scientology thing. Or Hollywood is just plain timid.