Oh! You'd think things would let up and a girl could get some rest, but nooooooo rest for the wicked. After attending a birthday party last night, Hud and I awoke with a late start remembering that we had made an early appointment to take all of the kids to the veterinarian. Yes. All of them. Zali. Simone. Carmen. Zoe and even Aida, who just loves to be carted around to have strangers probe her anal regions. Not. She bit the Doc so hard that it was determined that it might be better to give her a little happy gas for the remainder of the examination. It was the first time that cat had shut up since we left home. I asked if we could get a prescription, but alas, that is frowned upon by members of the veterinarian community. Dang. Simone tackled two cats and a rather large pit bull who was having tummy trouble. She's nine pounds of sheer terror, I tell you. Of course when the vet held her she trembled so mightily that her teeth nearly fell out of her head, but otherwise she was fierce. Angry. An attack Papillon.
My nerves are wrecked. I turned to www.zooborns.typepad.com for comfort. This is what I found:
A baby cotton topped Tamarind! There. All better now.
