I love Ellie.
I love my kitty Amelie.
|Four clothing changes in 3 hours. One clothing change for me.|
I do not love laundry.
I do not love the going to the vet, although I like our veterinarian.
I love Ellie snuggles and babbling.
|I do not love my cat trying to escape and cross hwy 620.|
I love kitty kisses and happy meowing conversations.
|I have given up and she will just be shirtless for now.|
I used to love Pepcid and low-dose erythromycin.
|Now she can spit up on Andrew's keyboard.|
|Doesn't her mouth look beautiful? Pretty after pulling 25+ teeth one year ago.|
I do not love feline gingival stomatitis.
|I thought you would appreciate the random Ellie pic :)|
Going to the vet with an active toddler spitting up, requiring multiple clothing changes in a stroller all while carrying a diaper bag and a cat carrier with a scared, pitifully crying kitty-boo is not my idea of a good day. Being covered in kitty hair and curdled milk and smelling horrendously (I feel oh so sexy) is also not my idea of a good day. I thought we were so past this (the reflux, not the vet). Perhaps tomorrow will be better. Perhaps, I will get a return phone call from the gastroenterologist today. At least Ame Cat is looking good.