The vet called Monday afternoon to say that we could come pick her up. They had a subcutaneous saline iv in her front shoulder to get her hydrated before we left. Apparently the tech never managed to get an inline iv in her Sunday night but now Melon’s sporting two lovely shaved bands on both her front legs.

Now I have to give her two pills twice a day and one pill three times a day - anti-nausea, anti-diarrhea, and amoxicillan. She hasn’t been eating or drinking that much so I’ve been doing the oral syringe thing with diluted wet food and water. I feel like I’m torturing her several times a day, and her incomparable pouting abilities don’t do anything to assuage the guilt. I couldn’t find her after yesterday morning’s pills. I searched the house several times yesterday and even enlisted Cody to help before he got ready for work. I found her in a dark corner of the guest room’s closet behind a box for a keyboard around six pm. Last night I shut her in the guest room with food, water, and a litter box to make sure she stayed in one place (also so I could see if she was eating). But she was sleeping right in front of the door when I came to check on her this morning. Good thing I opened it slowly, eh?

She was keeping quiet today hanging out on a pillow on the back of the sofa looking like a little Pomeranian until I got a call from our insurance guy about how he’d like to get paid (damn legalized extortion). While I was in the office she ran off and has hidden somewhere in the house. I put a bell on her collar yesterday but she’s been keeping fairly still so I’m going to have to search around for her in a bit. Naturally she’s not answering to calls (Phunq, Kurry, and Winter are doing so enthusiastically thinking there’s wet food involved) and at the moment she will only respond to the weird whistle tone (don’t remember why but a few years ago I discovered that a long single b flat whistle makes her meow and come towards me - probably telling me to shut the hell up) when I’m sitting right in front of wherever she is, looking right at her. I’ve been considering getting myself one of these and attaching them to each of the pets for some time now and this just confirms it.

The good news is the vet called today with Kurry and Winter’s test results. Winter is healthy and heartworm-free - not much of a surprise with her heartworm pills and the bevy of supplements we give her. The only thing they can criticize about her is she needs to lose about ten pounds and I should trim her nails more often. It’s always about the nails, no matter what pet it is I’m such a slacker with the nails.

Kurry’s test results were amazing - she’s in great health and even had excellent teeth (aside from the few missing tiny front ones) for her roughly estimated eighteen years. The vet was delighted about her results.

So now we just need to get Miss Melon through the rest of this infection and eating again. And to quit hiding in obscure corners of the house and not answering to calls. Who’d have thought that I’d be wishing for her to eat and harass me for attention?

Final bill? vet: 1269 dollas. car insurance 365. Damn I hate being a grownup sometimes.