Doc Mehdi says her platelet count is so low that if he operated now she’d bleed out. Good thing I went for the pre-op screening. One of two things is going on. Either the results were f*cked up, AND they didn’t call me to tell us before Jeff took her in, or she’s genuinely sick (which, given her behaviour is virtually impossible to believe) and, I say again, how come nobody called? I quoted LM Montgomery when remonstrating with the doc this morning, “Sad mismanagement somewhere!” So I have to pay for yet more tests but they are keeping her overnight for free. Apparently no work is getting done in the office as all the assistants are ignoring the phone for a chance to play with her; she’s already giving orders and being carried about from place to place. Nobody who has met Miss Margot will fail to see that it’s just as well somebody as heartless and callous as me got her, or she’d be ruling the world by now. Honestly. She’s not a cat, she’s a benevolent dictatrix in feline form.
Anyway, I am so heartless that if it turns out she’s a goner, I’m going to keep her skull. It is an entirely remarkable shape, and I would mount it at the top of a staff as an extremely scary object. I mentioned this to Jeff earlier and he was grossed out. Hope you are too. Mind you, if she’s okay and they just screwed up her bloodwork, I’m going to find another vet, after the operation. She has to be spayed, she’d die if she ever was bred to anything but a very tiny male purebred. And in the meantime, if she doesn’t have cancer or untreatable thrombocytopenia, I guess I’m on the rack for a LOT of expensive vet bills. Cazart.
while I hope Miss Margot lives to an advanced age, acquiring devoted slaves along with her years, I think you should proceed after her cessation with your plan to mount her skull on a staff. A SPEAKING staff. And the staff should have incorporated in it the bones of your totem creature, the blue heron. Thereafter at gatherings to honor her memory, only the person holding the staff may speak, and only in words reflecting her attributes…. You would be well to have her skull encased in plastic. Those tiny bones will be fragile.
I will think on it. Maybe a totem of skulls? That would be made of AWESOME. I haven’t found the heron bones yet. Like the man says, “It’s around here somewheres.” I will also consider the notion of encasing it in some form of plastic.
I really hope Margot lives to be twenty. There’s something about her that’s quite remarkable. The Doc said that the staff were fighting over who got to play with her; she’s so friendly, and just thinks it’s everybody’s JOB to adore her.