Pets… can’t live with them; can’t live without them.
FYI – I am both a dog person and a cat person.
Dogs will swallow anything (you know what I mean).
However, we expect more from cats. They are the mere embodiment of discernment. They control their unbridled enthusiasm. They appreciate understatement. They are refined. Above all, they are really fussy eaters.
But, no. On the busiest party night of the year, pussy cat has swallowed something festive and is decking the halls with projectile vomit and decorating the hearth with (use your imagination).
Ho. Ho. Ho. Forget that fancy dinner dance with “A” list celebrities. Forget the overpriced, hand sequined killer outfit you bought for this special occasion. Forget the stardust and forgive the feline. We’re off to see the ER vet!
Segregation for dogs and cats? Is that legal? And how can we manage that in our home?
Hours of (human) distress ensues. Rectal temperatures are taken. Poking and prodding occurs… Although now the cat seems to be feeling much better. Especially after he regurgitates a piece of “the ribbon.”
Exhibit A. “The Ribbon”
Exhibit B & C. The X-Rays. On the side. On the back. You get the picture.
Look! I see my missing flash drive containing my masterpiece 4500 page novel. Oh, and isn’t that my lost diamond earring? I’ve searched everywhere! Hmmm. Nice bone structure.
Vet tells us he sees “suspicious gas patterns” on X-Ray. May need to do surgery. Says this with a straight face.
Cat wisely makes spontaneous recovery. Escapes the knife, but a stinky cheese ball and a spheroid of hair, tinsel, and curly Q ribbon were extracted from his… TMI?
Feline is fine… much healthier than our credit card balance. Wink, wink.