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...I hate cats.
Jul. 23rd, 2009 03:12 pmOr at least I hate when I have the magical kitty who never gets any better. Even after treating for may-or-may-not-be-there liver flukes, her liver enzymes are still three times as high as they should be, and my mom's response is "Live and let live, leave her alone and what happens happens."
If it were the other cat, her response would be, "Test, operate, and do whatever you need to do."
Look at this precious girl, everyone, and tell me how I'm supposed to ignore the fact that her liver isn't working properly:
*Sigh* This was why I wanted pet insurance!
Anyone have $830 to spare? (And that's only for diagnostic testing, not actual treatment. And I just know my father's reaction will be to scream as if I've crashed his car, rather than discuss what's wrong with my cat in a sensible manner).
If it were the other cat, her response would be, "Test, operate, and do whatever you need to do."
Look at this precious girl, everyone, and tell me how I'm supposed to ignore the fact that her liver isn't working properly:
*Sigh* This was why I wanted pet insurance!
Anyone have $830 to spare? (And that's only for diagnostic testing, not actual treatment. And I just know my father's reaction will be to scream as if I've crashed his car, rather than discuss what's wrong with my cat in a sensible manner).
