Her toxic fur slipping under.
It's a taste of her poison paradise.
Ashley's coming home!
Don't you know that she's toxic?
She's responded well to treatment and I get a very meowy commute home tonight. Her flushable cedar litter (I thought it was made of GOLD when I bought it since it cose so much), and our surgeon's masks for changing it are ready. I'm so glad that treatment worked. As much as it sucks that we had to pay a high bill, I'm SO thankful that a) No one will starve. b) It worked, so she'll have a full life span. c) I have a credit card, so I don't have to pay all at once. I feel broke, but happy. I mean, really, money can't buy you love and think about all of the unconditional love Ashley has given me over the past nearly 16 years. I'm glad to give her the very best life I possibly can.