Black attack
My heart's on fire got flames down my spine
I've been there done that i walked the line
I don't give a damn
About what people think or say
If you don't like what you see get outta my way
--Necromantix, "I'm a Hellcat"
Took one of our felines to the vet today.
She was such a mega-monster about getting blood drawn that--get this--they had to gas her, like a wild animal. This involved sticking her in a box and pumping in a bit of general anesthesia. They said it was safer and would have a quicker recovery than an injectable anesthetic or sedative.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, she was awake and cranky as ever.
Sixteen years old and still fights like a Tasmanian Devil. That's my Antigone Pandora. Sometimes I wish I could be a little more like her.
A-Z Update: "Full Circle" by Loreena McKennitt
Labels: pets
4 Comments:
Posted by:
Anonymous at 5/11/2007 6:09 AM
Posted by:
Rob S. at 5/11/2007 10:34 AM
Or at least it would be if she weren't immortal. Luckily for the rest of the pantheon that put her here, her supernaturality doesn't show up on a CBC.
Posted by:
Jeri at 5/11/2007 12:14 PM
The only problem is when it rains. :-)
Posted by:
Jeri at 5/11/2007 12:21 PM
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