2000-08-19 - 02:48:11
This is the Lucy entry, where I relate a few Lucy stories.
I got home from work yesterday and Mr. Medea said "I have a phone call in to the vet - Lucy's got a broken tooth." He opened her mouth and I could see what looked like a tooth hanging from a cut that had dried over. We waited to hear back from the vet, didn't hear anything, didn't hear anything. He looked at her mouth again and the tooth was gone - did she swallow it? Did it re-set itself? We looked around on the floor until we found the item in question.
It was a claw.
Chris checked her claws and sure enough, she'd either gotten her claw caught in her mouth and ripped it out, or she'd lost the claw, tried to eat it, and cut her mouth. Poor kitty. She seemed fine, though, and her mouth wasn't bleeding anymore, so I guess she's just trying to declaw herself.
So I got home from work tonight, and Mr. Medea tells me the following story.
He'd had a can of soup for dinner, and when he was done with the can (one of the larger, Campbell's Chunky Soup cans), he rinsed it out and put it in the recycle bin, which we just keep out by the kitchen door, next to the very cool bench my father made me.
He goes into the living room to watch TV, when he hears "tink.....tink......tink...." from the kitchen.
He goes to investigate.
Lucy had gotten her head stuck in the soup can.
I really wish he'd taken a picture of it, but I can just imagine it - a fluffy little orange cat body with a soup can for a head.
She's fine, don't worry, the can was removed without incident.
(I, however, am barely fine. I went in at 7:30am this morning and left at 7pm. I've worked twelve days in a row and I have to go in tomorrow. The standard two-week work paycheck for where I work is 77.50 hours; my last two paychecks have each been over 90. I am taking the week after next off, and that is my lone light at the end of the tunnel.)
