Kitty Redux

Last week Gus was laid low by some kind of infection, prompting two visits to the vet, one at four in the morning. By the way, the emergency vet clinic in the middle of the night is hands down the best place for an anxious wreck of a person to be. Tell your friends. It was incredibly alarming to see this ricochet rabbit kitty who is just now attempting to tear up the carpet and eat it, plastered to the couch for days. But, a shot of penicillin and $300 later, Gus is as good as new. He's the blur below.



Here's Josephine.


I think I startled her when I took this picture. I find her adorable, but Jo has a touch of reactive attachment disorder and well, doesn't really want to be touched. It's so hard because I just want to grab her face and smooch her. On the lips.

We're working on a slow desensitization program wherein I pet her gently and she comes to realize I'm not trying to kill her. Unfortunately though I've only just succeeded in picking her up for a nanosecond before she starts to flail and get all Edward Scissorhands, I need to chuck her in a box tomorrow morning and take her to the vet to be spayed. Injuries are expected.