siegfried and roy have kindly agreed to come over tomorrow with some of their big pussy friends to help me get harriot ' the claw' brown to the vet for her vaccinations.
maybe roy should wait in the limo.
i can't adopt ' tawdry' and ' the lady tanquray' until my ill-natured crotchity senior cats are up to date on their shots.
today brown climbed up the basement door to the ceiling when i was trying to put her in the cat carrier. limber little thing for a 15 year old psycho bitch from hell. i gave up and managed to get sylvia and brown to the vet seperately while brown smuggly sat on the couch taunting me, i tell you, as i brought each cat home after her nanosecond appointment.
the very nice irish vet called sylvia a ' very grand older lady' in his delightful brogue even though she squirmed around like a siamese snake, making it nearly impossible to give her the shots. apparently for her age she's in excellent health. alice screamed at me all the way to and all the way home from the vet. she has a very slight heart murmur which may just have been the result of her dramatic preformance( over acting if you ask me) in HAL on the way there. something to keep an eye on but not yet cause for alarm given her age and it's lack of severity.
last time i took brown for shots the vet called her, on first sight, ' mental' because all calicos ' have a screw loose'. fucking bitch!- you're talking about my chillens!!! the time before that miss mental managed to dig her claws into the hard plastic of the carrier and wouldn't come out even after we shook it ,rather violently, upside down. the vet told me he certainly wasn't about to even touch her . i had to stuff my arm in the carrier, brown sunk her claws into my fore arm and i removed her that way.
maybe a whip and a chair will be required...