14 December 2010 was NOT my best day. Do all vet's receptionists act like they own the *bleep* practice? Treat you in a condescending manner because of t.h.e.i.r. ignorance about f.e.r.a.l. cats?
I am desperately trying to save the life of one of my feral boys, Charlie DustbinCat. I've lost 3 kitties this year. My beautiful Prince was first, then Mr Scavenger. I've been looking for Heena DustbinCat for 3 weeks and she's just missing... My whole colony is riddled with itchy flea-bites, ticks and Snuffles.
Charlie is my tamest feral and I've always had high hopes that he would take over the alpha role from Prince. But he is ill. Gravely ill. Snuffles? FIV? Who knows? I love him for his entire existence!! Unconditionally!!
Today I pulled out all the stops to "buy antibiotics" from a vet and lived to tell the tale... (Translation - survived the *bleep* receptionist's tongue to tell the tale.)
Do you know how hard it is to buy immune boosters or antibiotics for a feral colony? Keep in mind, these kitties are your "children" and you will sell. your. organs! to protect them. You've been justifying their existence to the highest of authorities for 3 years. You even have Dr Platzhund as back-up. (Get the picture?) These cats are my life!! Why would I purposely harm them? But nooooo, Ms Vet's Receptionist is in the power position... (probably still believes she owns the *bleep* practice...) Long story short, I threw a HUGE tantrum and Charlie DustbinCat is on R10/day antibiotics for 10 days. I will cook chicken every night for 10 days and I will sit with him every day to ensure he gets his 'desperately-fought-for' antibiotics for the next 9 days.
I love you my boy, Charlie DustbinCat. My prayers are that you get well and live a long and healthy life.
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