So things were nice up until Christmas Eve.
I have cookies made. All the shopping was done. The house was decorated and quite pretty.
Then Mokey got sick.
5 hours in the Animal ER on Christmas Eve, with an estimate that made me nauseous. Mokey was cathed and unblocked, but had to stay 2 more days for observation.
Yeah...so much for getting rid of debt in the new year. Boo to the hiss.
He's now on a special diet, and I'm trying to wean my other kitties away from eating in a grazing manner.
This is not making them happy at all.
The bill is not making me happy.
No matter how hard I work to make a holiday nice, things always get fucked up.
Der Furor, Take Two
15 hours ago