My own personal Greek tragedy

Yes the boy is getting physically better. Thank you for asking. However, I still want to sell him on Ebay this week. Due to the illness he is milking it for all it is worth and everything is the worst thing that could possibly happen to him. Call 911! he got a puzzle piece stuck on his finger this morning. And then there was the time that I closed the pantry door. God forbid. Clearly I wasn’t aware that the door must remain open for my son to live. Of course then there is all the breathing I do. I might as well be sucking his oxygen out of the room.

Not only is my son sick, my cat is now sick too. I was idly sitting at my computer trying to do something like work (since I haven’t done that in like a week) when the damn cat comes to bug the shit out of me. Normally this cat only does that when he hasn’t been fed. I play sucker and feed him some more food. Just because he is irritating me. Then I go to get the boy up because, of all the silly things, we have to go to the pediatrician’s office this afternoon. And here I thought the 3 hours we spent at the hospital yesterday would be enough. In the hall on the way to the boy’s room I find cat throw up. This isn’t unusual. My cats are world class pukers. Only this time the puke is red. Ok, let’s just be gross here. It’s bloody. That so can’t be good. Don’t go giving me assvice on tainted cat food. It’s not that. If anything it is the carpet fibers he’s been chewing on because he’s dumb and thinks that white strings are grass.

Of course I have to walk out the door to go to the non-fur child’s doctor so I called the trusty husband to find a vet. Yeah, we don’t have one of those here.

So the non-fur child is fine. The fur child on the other hand had to stay over night so they could collect urine, stool and blood samples from him. That thing is going to leap into my arms and hug me tomorrow when I pick him up. Either that or puke on my shoes.