Off to the vet, again.

         
                   I love my kitties.  I hate taking them to the
            vet.  Last week I had to take both cats, and today
            it will be the same.  
                                                                       
             I knew I would be taking Sadie in today
             because that was the plan from the 
             other day.  I didn't know I would be 
             taking in Dallas also.  And believe me it
              wasn't Dallas' plan to go either.  But 
             she got hurt. And it was partially my
             fault.  I feel so bad about it.

              It was yesterday morning.  I was laying on the 
              couch.  I had both cats laying on top of me.  I 
               wanted to get up.  They didn't.  Ususally if I 
              start to get up they will eventually move.  Dallas
              didn't.  She ended up falling onto the floor.

               I knew right away she was hurt but thought
               maybe she was just stunned.  Wrong.  She
               had trouble walking and wouldn't eat, just 
               slept in one spot until this morning.  Then she
               got up to go to the litter box.  She used the floor
               instead.  I knew I had to take her to the vet.

               Sure enough Dallas was in pain because she
                actually let Dr B examine her without being
                sadated.  Nothing is broke.  But she is probably
                bruised around the lower end of her spine/tail
                area.  He gave her a shot that should should
                 make her feel better.  I think it might be 
                  working.

                With the holidays in full swing please remember: