Ugh, people! The stupid ass cat. It’s kind of bad. She’s, oh, you know, missing the pad from the back of her fucking leg. Please look to the right. See the thing that says “wrist”? That is gone. Gone gone gone.
And, instead? In broad daylight, when you move the hair out of the way? You can see she has a huge fucking tear in her skin. Which has got to hurt like balls, right?
Okay, so I got home before 5:30 when the vet is supposed to close? But no one was answering. So, god, you know. I just don’t even fucking know. She’s not bleeding and nothing appears to be pussy or infected. So, if I can avoid a trip to the emergency clinic, I’m going to try to avoid a trip to the emergency clinic, you know?
But man, I feel like a total choad for not noticing it this morning. But what could I have done? I guess I could have cancelled my three o’clock.
Please don’t die, little kitty.
But she’s eating fine and she’s up on things and she’s very affectionate.
I just don’t… god damn it.
From here on out, I’m only having robot pets.