What a racket
Sep. 20th, 2024 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlWent to the vet today, because two of my cats have been actively and aggressively peeing in their usual spots. It hasn't let up as I had thought it might once Ingrid, then the kittens left. I wonder if the foster room still smells too much like foreign cat, so tomorrow will be spent deep cleaning (again) and maybe running the ionizer in there. Anyway, I wanted to make sure they didn't have UTIs or something. One is nine and prone to them and the other 14 and, well, 14.
Two weights taken, one urine test and one blood test = $430. We were in there less than half an hour. It's absolutely bananas how much veterinarian care costs, and these weren't even full exams. No nail trims. No temps taken. Nothing. I don't regret taking them despite knowing the result would likely match my suspicions, because you never know. I guess the jury's still out on the bloodwork, so maybe something could show there.
But for now, $430 to be told my cats are just being buttholes.
^Found that little squishy and had to mock it up to look like my resident lead butthole cat, Pickle. I love her immensely, btw, but she is a butthole.
I've decided what I want to be when I grow up: retired. I slept till 8:15, colored in my coloring book, took cats to vet, went to shelter to walk dogs and snuggle some cats who actually deserve it, grocery shopped, took Walter for a long walk, mowed the grass. Fixed a smashing grilled cheese with a tomato I grew my own self (the big tomato plant produced and ripened three big tomatoes, and there will be some I should be able to paper sack ripen, exiting), and am now settled in with my sweet angel kitty Johnny curled on me. Oh, to go back to when I was young and tell myself to get a boring government job much earlier in life. I'd actually be pretty close to being able to retire early. Well, except for health insurance costs. Blargh.
Okay, byeeee.
Two weights taken, one urine test and one blood test = $430. We were in there less than half an hour. It's absolutely bananas how much veterinarian care costs, and these weren't even full exams. No nail trims. No temps taken. Nothing. I don't regret taking them despite knowing the result would likely match my suspicions, because you never know. I guess the jury's still out on the bloodwork, so maybe something could show there.
But for now, $430 to be told my cats are just being buttholes.
^Found that little squishy and had to mock it up to look like my resident lead butthole cat, Pickle. I love her immensely, btw, but she is a butthole.
I've decided what I want to be when I grow up: retired. I slept till 8:15, colored in my coloring book, took cats to vet, went to shelter to walk dogs and snuggle some cats who actually deserve it, grocery shopped, took Walter for a long walk, mowed the grass. Fixed a smashing grilled cheese with a tomato I grew my own self (the big tomato plant produced and ripened three big tomatoes, and there will be some I should be able to paper sack ripen, exiting), and am now settled in with my sweet angel kitty Johnny curled on me. Oh, to go back to when I was young and tell myself to get a boring government job much earlier in life. I'd actually be pretty close to being able to retire early. Well, except for health insurance costs. Blargh.
Okay, byeeee.
