Here’s some depressing animal news.
For the last 3 days I have been giving roland liquid antibiotics so he could be taken to the vet this morning, to get his teeth cleaned. He took them via a little syringe squirting it into his mouth like a champ. Last night he and I actually practiced getting him into the travel case, and he was a sport about the whole thing.
Delivery time was to be between 6 and 7am and the vet is about 5 blocks away.
So I had to haul my ass out of bed at 6, gave him his last dose, whiich again, no drama, and then.....apocalypse now.
By me having the nerve to think I could enjoy a reward of a small cup of coffee, I doomed the expedition.
It gave him and otis the opportunity to discover they had no breakfast nibbles (NPO orders) and apparently that made them cranky in a way invisible to the human eye.
I picked up roland, one hand securing the scruff of his neck, which caused Otis to lunge, tripping the disaster wire. I now have a 2 inch long rather deep claw slash on one hand, with a deep tooth puncture wound a half an inch from that. The other forearm is also damaged.
The 2 cats rolled and hissed down the hall, trying to kill each other, and one of them I suspect roland, released his bladder. I got him separated in a bathroom, but there was a toilet, a washer and a drier for him to hide behind.
Cleaning rescheduled for next week.
Now, as I’m typing this while back in bed, roland waltzes in, sits on top of my head, and starts purring.
He is a jerk.