#abeat

I tried feeding her wet food instead until I could get her to the veterinarian, but no luck. Then I had a brainwave that there must be something about the dish she does not like, so I tried to hand feed her, and it works. Thus, that is what I have been doing for the past two days, just to get some food in her until I can take her to the veterinarian on Friday afternoon. I suspect she needs more surgery, which means more debt for me, yay :D

I guess from having to shove pills and food down this cat’s throat at points, to having to take her to the veterinarian a few times a year, and the fact that I am studying to take care of animals, I take it for granted that I will go a bit farther than an average citizen for an animal.

However, on principle, if I am not wiling to actually help out, I do not offer to do so.

Anyway...just had this delightful conversation:

Me: -drinking tea, chilling on Tumblr to wind down-

Mother: -randomly appears- Want me to feed the cats tomorrow night? Do you think you’ll be late [from school]?

Me: I should be on time tomorrow, but would you mind feeding them on Saturday night? I work from 4:30 - 9:30.

Mother: Okay, sure!

Me: Princess too.

(Generally, only my other cat, Turtle, eats canned food, and my mother is used to feeding her.)

Mother: Oh okay. What does she eat?

Me: Same thing that Turtle does, only Princess has to be hand fed. She doesn’t like eating out of a dish.

Mother: Oh.. :|

(I can read my mother like a book. As she is rarely direct about her feelings, I have to guess when she is or is not displeased with me or a suggestion I have made. At this point I can tell she is not enthused.)

Me: Nevermind, I’ll do it before I go to work.

She wandered away.

....I never ask her to clean the kitty litter. I never ask her to clean anything unpleasant, and on that note, I clean out the dirty ears of her precious poopsies once a week and at one point was giving them their ear drops.