Amber & Back to Almost Normal

Last night, I brought Woody home from the veterinary hospital. Four vets, $1,929.50, and six teeth and a soft palette extraction later, he is nearly back to normal.

Immediately on entering the house, he devoured two cans of kitty crack

and then a can of Nature's Crack
(whole fish not included), and then groomed all the drool-covered parts his body acquired over the past week.

Then, he spent about 20 minutes trying to shake off his fentanyl patch and let Ginger lay down right up against him.

Then, he climbed under the covers and laid down under my leg tent and fell asleep.

I woke up this morning to his paw in my face telling me it was time for food (and pain meds).

It is so, so, so blissful to have my beastie buddy back. I had thought, last week with his lethargy and crankiness and two erroneous diagnoses of a "neurological defect," that we had lost him forever. Home safe, little kitty.


Thank you, Dr. Daniel Carmichael, veterinary dentist extraordinaire. And thank you Abbie Leibowitz, veterinary resident with smarts and a heart. You guys are my heroes.