Last mention of cats for a while lest I live up to the cat lady moniker Megan has warned me of.
But, I have to say, another great thing about Krautland is the cost of vets.
Scrunchy was really, really sick last week. At one point we had to rush him to the emergency clinic because he couldn’t breathe. It was a scoop up and go kind of thing that had me in a panic for the whole 10 minute drive. The emergency vet was stupid and lame, but by the time he told me Scrunchy wasn’t dying but was “what Ami’s call reverse sneezing…” (WTF?), our regular vet had arrived back at her office.
He had a very serious lung infection. We could hear him struggling to breathe type of lung infection. It required constant vigilance to make sure he could continue to breathe. It took constant supervision to make sure Ollie didn’t jump on his head and it took daily visits to our vet for antibiotic shots. She needed to make sure his lung function was improving because his mouth turned blue on occasion and that, my friends, is not good.
So, five vet visits, one on a Saturday when she wasn’t officially open and one including little Ollie to make sure he could breathe as it was his cold Scrunchy caught. Guess how much the vet bill was?
Nope. Not even close.
It’s 85 euro. In total. For five visits plus shots, plus another cat examination.
Sparky said that this was simply too expensive and we should put the cats down. I mean really, its almost as much as our phone bill and certainly less then we spend in gas for a week. Damn those cats. I might not be able to afford those Manolos I can’t walk in. (Please refer to the comments section of this post to understand the joke, if I lost you.)
Seriously, last Christmas we took a friend’s cat to the vet in California and the initial visit, to just walk in the room was $74.00. They wanted to do an ultrasound. The ultrasound cost more than the ultrasounds I get and let me tell you, my ultrasounds are far more personal than cat belly.
Scrunchy is on the mend and Ollie has been scheduled for the uh-huh of his huh-uh. We are careful not to mention this in front of him. We’re considerate like that.
I get to go back to work next week and I cannot wait. I wish I could blog about it, but there is a certain someone who reads this blog (I’m talking to you, Christian – quit reading this and go back to work) and it would not be good. Suffice it to say, if I’m not royally pissed off by some numbskull maneuver, I’m enjoying the hell out of fixing it.
All three cats are in this picture. And if you know Sparky and the TV furniture you can gauge his love for a certain black cat. The only things allowed to touch that piece are the dusting cloth and Kiska.