Furry Adoptee
Months ago I asked for help in naming my new 3-legged cat and so many have you had great suggestions. That's him above, taking a nap on my shoulder while I grade papers. (It was really boring work.) He's a big boy now and things aren't going so hot for Thomas Sullivan Magnum, PI.
Poor Sully's been to the vet almost every week, and despite the x-rays and blood work, they can't find out why his remaining front leg isn't working. It's been pretty sad to watch.
So say a little prayer for my little Sully, that we'll get some answers. We go back to the vet today, and they might be consulting with some folks in Oklahoma for us.
And say a prayer for me. Between the 400 vet trips and the 6 claw-shredded dining room chairs, I could've purchased four Coach bags and a Labradoodle. Not to mention, at this point a happy ending is a pretty faint option, so…well, you know me and animals. It's not going to be pretty.
Should've gotten a goldfish. . .
