Sunday Scare
Well, little Miss Rachel gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. I got up at 6:30 AM and started feeding everyone like I normally do and after that, I scooped the boxes. I saw Rachel enter the box in the dining room and squat ... and squat ... and squat. I went over to her and saw she was trying to pee but wasn't. "OK," I thought. "I need to monitor this." By 8 AM she'd gotten into the same box three more times, all without success, except for a couple of dime-sized droplets. Time to visit the emergency vet. So I eat, shower and dress and get the carrier. Thank goodness she doesn't object to being put in the carrier (she just sings opera in the car in protest). Thank goodness we have the Reidsville Veterinary Hospital at home that's open 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. I've only had one other encounter with them (Selina) but they couldn't have been more helpful and kind (both of the incidents were on Sundays - why this happens on...