Writer's Block: Eye for an eye?

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If it was someone from Cleveland or Blacksburg, I'd shrug and move on. If it was Lisa Bernardi, who made my life a living hell for seven years and was a major reason I haven't lived in Pittsburgh since 1982, I'm not sure. My high school classmates have assured me that she never comes to reunions and has dropped out of sight, but I'm not willing to spend the money to find out because the mere thought of ever seeing her again, anywhere, at any time, leaves me incoherent with rage.

The resilience of beasts

Siren had been lethargic and not interested in food for a couple of days, ever since the big cold snap earlier this week. I got really worried last night when I saw her straining to use the litterbox to no avail - I didn't know if it was constipation or something worse, but it was upsetting enough that I called the vet this morning to see if I could get her an early appointment.

I'm glad I did. My poor girl was dehydrated and had a bladder infection that was starting to spread into her kidneys, and if I'd waited until Saturday to bring her in it would have been much harder to treat.

So...one injection of antibiotics, one bag of subcutaneous fluids, and a couple hundred bucks later, and Siren is almost herself again. I'm to take her back tomorrow to go over the blood test results and maybe have her get more fluids, but her appetite is back and she's using the box, thank goodness.

Looks like the old dame has a dance or two left. :)