Odessa definitely has got it in for me. This morning she horked up a loogie
on my boob that was big enough to sweep away a semi. The attempts to clear
her poor little throat, combined with the act of picking her up, dosing her
and giving her a hug seemed to have forced that wad of cat snot to the
surface and she was exhausted afterward, my poor little Doll. All she wanted
was to sleep. Never mind the food; taking the food probably caused the
coughing fit that preceded the Snot du Jour. The vet told me that I was not
to be alarmed, the combination of throat tube from the surgery with her tooth
abscess and tonsillitis was bound to create the condition, and that wioth the
antibiotic we were going the right way. It does not stop me from being a
nervous wreck. I'm very good at blaming myself for things and have such a
guilt fit going on right now it is not to be believed. Guilt over all the
time spent with the Juvies because Odessa and Roxie usually gravitate toward
Louie; guilt from not noticing or knowing the tooth trouble; guilt over
wanting to go to a buddy's house after work for a cup of coffee and
confession. Have I shown enough love for my Little Doll? I just want her to
get better, damn it. I'd take the bug myself, if I could; a big fat two-leg
can take a few shots of whiskey and other things to treat it that a cat can't.
And she's such a little, delicate Doll. The vet keeps telling me we're on the
right track. God I hope so.

Blessed be,
Baha