For a while now I've been aware that someone has been throwing rocks at my house. It seemed to start with using my laundry on the line for target practice. And I started finding rocks on the side of the back deck that sticks out. And on the front porch. I commented to a neighbor that it is probably kids thinking it's funny, but it wouldn't be funny if they broke a window.
So sometime Friday before last they broke a front window. Which happens to be the kind that you can't take apart to replace the glass. New sash plus labor - $250 plus tax. Still don't know who did it.
Then this Friday was check-up and vacination day for Perry and Mama. Five minutes after we left the house Mama explosively pooped. I so hoped I wouldn't get pulled over for speeding because I was flying down the road, all windows open, AC on full.
And after we were done, we headed back with cleaned carrier and new towel. Which she then annointed. And Perry decided he'd get in the act, too.
So once again I'm flying down the road, all windows open and the AC blasting. And about 15 minutes before we got home Mama informed me that she was car sick by projectile vomiting through the front of her carrier and into the SUV.
Great day. Not.
Yesterday was spent with stuff like cleaning cat vomit out of the SUV. I'd noticed that one of the kittens had been sneezing and was a bit snuffly. When I came in at about 9:30 yesterday evening I realized that he was much worse so I stuffed him into a carrier and headed for the emergency vet office about 40 min away. Pneumonia - he got to stay in the hospital for the night. OK, the cost hurts but I'm not just going to let him die. I head home. As soon as I walk in the door I hear the same snuffling sound the first kitten was making. You are kidding me... I shove that one in a carrier and start inspecting the kittens one by one. I found one with a runny eye, stuffed her in, too, and headed back to Winchester. These two are just at upper respiratory infection level, not pneumonia. But one has some signs that lead the vet to give her antibiotics. And everybody in the house has to have antivirals. The vet tells me it's highly contagious and that it may be a rough couple weeks.
So back home I go with those two. An isolation room has to be set up to keep the most actively ill ones seperate from the others. And one by one each kitten has to be chased down and medicated, followed by the adults, who weren't happy about it either. We get to do that twice a day for the next couple weeks.
Then I finally got the sheets on my bed and got a shower and collapsed as the sun was coming up this morning.
And darned if I didn't wake up about 7:30 as usual.
They are only still alive because they are so cute...