Unlucky couple of days

So Marcus is out of town and Chloe and I are here alone, so of course that's when things go sour.

First, I took Chloe to the vet for her annual vaccination and check-up. Turns out she has sore red gums (even though we responsibly feed her good quality crunchy food and tartar treats) and a fever. So they ask to do some blood work and screen for Feline Leukemia and AIDS. (it's either that or she has a dental disease). I agree, of course. So they take her in the back room and I can hear them struggling with her and know how squirmy and bitey she can be. Then I hear what sounds like an electric shaver. Eventually they bring her back to me. She looked absolutely terrified. The electric shaver sound was an actual shaver. She now has a furless chunk around her neck. They gave me some antibiotics to give her for the next ten days to help her ammune system. So now, twice a day, I have to attempt to hold her down, open her mouth, and squirt this liquid medication into her mouth and get her to swallow it (not spit it out). It's been fun so far.

Then last night I decided it would be the perfect opportunity to make some jam in preperation of Christmas. Things went fine, but the jam won't set up. So now I have eight jars of delicious strawberry-raspberry syrup.

And then I get up at 7:30 this morning to start work, give the cat her meds and all that fun. I put some coffee on right away so that it'll be done when by the time I force the meds down the cats throat. Coffee maker is dead. Yep. Dead. No coffee. I just about went back to bed, but I did the responsible thing and made some hot chocolate. I feel a little more soothed. Now it's time to get to work.

I miss Marcus.