I just got home from lunch with my younger daughter. We ate at the place I found over off 15th called Cherry Street Kitchen. They have the best chicken salad and my daughter had never eaten there before.
I managed to get Ivy to the vet and back. She was no trouble getting into the crate.
All night I would wake up thinking what if I can’t get her into that crate without bloodshed. But I need not have worried.
Carrying her was another thing. Got her to the vet and guess what Ivy weighs?
Dr. Poteet asked me if she was always this easygoing.
She let the girls clip her nails, which I’ve always been afraid to do because she doesn’t like being held.
Then he checked her out and gave her her yearly vaccinations without any trouble.
He gave me eye drops for her right eye. Sometimes I’d notice that she wasn’t opening that eye as fully as the other one. He said her third eyelid (I didn’t know a cat had a third eyelid) was a bit puffy. Maybe she scratched it.
Other than that he said she was quite healthy and about 2 pounds overweight, so to cut down on her food just a bit.
Late yesterday I was looking at my little coffee table and decided to go into my bedroom and roll out the heavy piece of round glass. I brought it with me from Texas and had it before I even moved there.
Then I cleaned it up (the last time you saw it was one summer when I made a table out of stacked galvanized containers outdoors) and put it on top of the little coffee table.
It’s very heavy, but still I took some of that sticky stuff you put behind framed paintings to adhere them to the wall and put a dab in every corner under the glass.
It allowed me more surface space to put out holiday “sparklies”.
The glass is five inches bigger around than the little sparkly boho table.
I can’t even recall where I got this piece of glass. I’ve moved it from house to house for many years.
It’s a bit scratched up from all the moves and uses I’ve found for it. But not too bad.
It will seem so cozy at night while I watch Netflix with the two trees all lit up and my fireplace warming my feet. I really get into “cozy” come wintertime.
My green Buddha sits in the shadows cast by house plants and looks like he’s presiding over some sort of ceremony involving my salt lamp.
I brought out my collection of vintage bottles, gathered from here and there over the years.
Ivy has still not bothered either Christmas tree. I guess she’s not sick because she just saw the vet. Maybe she just doesn’t find them interesting. I’ve seen her looking at them. But that’s as far as it’s gotten.
Oh, Dr. Poteet did clean her ears and then she shook ear wax onto his glasses. He laughed about that.
This was the first time he’s seen Ivy. She was so docile with him except she didn’t like getting the vaccinations or having him work on her butt (something with the glands).
She was happy to go back into the crate and then was quiet coming home. I hope the poor cat isn’t traumatized.
I asked Mary, who works there, if you have to vaccinate a cat that never goes outside.
And she said, “Well, here’s a scenario. Someone called this morning about their cat that never goes out. But it got out last night and got hold of a bat. And it was behind on its vaccinations. So yes.”
So Ivy will be going in at least once per year whether she’s sick or not. It’s been so wonderful that she’s been healthy.
I probably won’t post tomorrow. I haven’t been lately. Gives me a day where I’m just free as a bird.