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Monday, February 13, 2006

MISSING MOMO

So, my cat is in the hospital.
I am a basket case.
See, my cat eats plastic. I don't know why. We try and hide plastic from her, but she always seems to find it somehow. Sometimes I hear the familiar rustling sound — i'll know what's going on, and I'll stop her. Usually there's no plastic left out, but we recently moved and she has been taking advantage of the chaos.

The vet hospital seems very sketchy to me. They're like the dentist, they wanna rack up as much money as possible, so they offer you a bunch of tests and such that they tell you your pet really needs. They use fear tactics and make you feel like you're a bad pet owner if you say no. I hate them pretty quick. The worst part is that they think they know my cat better than I do. It could be a liver or kidney problem, they say. They wanna give Momo bloodtests, they want to sedate her, they want to give her pain killers. No, she's vomiting because she ate some bad plastic, I say. Maybe she's clogged up. Nothing's wrong with her kidneys. Yesterday, she was just fine. I tell them I only want an x-ray, an x-ray to determine if there's something stuck in her tummy. A big plastic ball. They are scared of me. They shouldn't mess with a basket case. They say they are very concerned. Yes, I'm concerned too. I'm concerned you all seem like a bunch of crooks.

They take the x-rays and the doctor tells me it looks "suspicious." I say, "Can I see?" It doesn't occur to him that I would like to see the film I just paid $270 for. He takes me into the x-ray room. I look at Momo's film, her body is so beautiful, her bones are perfect, her ribs are a masterpiece. On the film, there is, something faint and round in her stomach. I say yes to the barium test. She has to stay overnight. I don't think I'll sleep. It's so quiet here. I've swept the entire house, locked away any plastic to be found.

My cat eats plastic. I can't help it. She likes it. But maybe now, she won't eat plastic ever again.
Before I left, they had given her some drugs and her eyes were HUGE.
I really miss her.

1 Comments:

At 4:45 PM, Blogger Meg said...

So is Momo OKAY?!!

I'm with you, sister. Big love. M

 

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