The Chuckster has allergies. Springtime allergies.
Not treatable with benedril allergies.
So his eyes have looked like he was stoned for a day or two now, but yesterday morning found him with one of them gooped shut. Not what we like to see around here, let me tell you.
So I call in backup for work. I do keep some sort of regular job, I swear, and got myself to Target by 9:30, for a new carrier for him, cause I gave away the old carrier with the FIV+ cat, and at 10:45 Chucky-Charles and I found ourselves at the Animal Rescue Leage clinic.
Oh, what a fun, fun place. Right. 3 hours and 26 bucks later we were home with antibiotics.
Now, I don’t like being at the clinic, but for not a real emergency, but for when they need a vet, it’s great, and at least 100 bucks cheaper than dragging him to our regular vet.
These are the times I couldn’t be happier to know how to knit.
My boy is home and he’s fine, and his eyes look way better. He’s not real happy about the antibiotic gooey jell stuff though.
He doesn’t actually have 3 ears, that’s his brother, Little Dude, snoozin behind him.
ETA: Oh man, Allergies nothing, I was just over at Jess’ Blog. Go over there right now and read the last 2 posts, and send all your good thoughts, wishes, and if you pray, those too, to her and her pretty Catty. She’s got way more need for them.