Mouser moused
“Mouser’s a kid,” David IMed me yesterday, after the emergency vet visit. “Kids get sick. It’s wot they do.”
Pretty much, yeah.
We both noticed late Sunday that she was winking her right eye a bit, but we didn’t think it was anything serious until we woke up Monday to find it swollen shut and oozing. So David ran her down to the vet, whose diagnosis was the non-specific “infection.” (From Googling about a bit, it looks like rhinotracheitis to me, but I’m not a vet and neither is Google.)
So for a week or so it’s antibiotic glop in a syringe down Mouser’s throat twice a day, and eyedrops thrice if she’ll stand it. Yesterday’s vet visit wore her out; all she wanted to do when I got home was crawl onto my shoulder and sack out, though I managed to catch her interest with some YouTube kitty-vids. (Which, I’m sure, is a use they never imagined!) Today, David reports, she’s back to her rambunctious self and is most aggravated at being shut in the bedroom again.
She’ll just have to live with it for a while… but at least it looks like she’ll mend.