Between the two animals, there are SEVENTEEN itemized lines of procedures/tests/charges, etc... and this isn't even counting the separate bill from the emergency room where Carl had to go for 24 hours.
SEVENTEEN, BRO!
Good thing is, we have insurance. Bad thing is, Cheens' insurance doesn't cover anything digestive, because he has frequent vomiting as a preexisting condition.
Honestly? This cat has truly got to be the most expensive anything that's ever been found by a dumpster. Most high-maintenance too... he's only 10 (young for a cat!) but he has 3 chronic illnesses already, and I'm at the vet with him several times a month. I have to give him medicine between 1-3 times a day, weigh him every day, and count out individual food pellets spaced-out at certain times depending on his weight.
I know I'm 32 in a 2 weeks, and society dictates that I'm supposed to have several whole-ass human babies by now and that that's way harder and I get that, but to be clear, I DID specify that I was talking about dumpster creatures SPECIFICALLY. I didn't get pregnant and carry him and all that either. In fact, when it comes to any of that, all I really know is that a couple of North Hollywood street cats fucked some time in January 2010 and made Cheens, and that 6 weeks after he was born he got really sick and was abandoned because that's what cats do when there's a sick kitten slowing down the hunt. Sometimes it's weird to think about the fact that, given the lifespan of street cats, his whole healthier family is long dead by now and he is the most pampered furry little asshole probably in the entire world.
Anyway, there is NOTHING I won't do for the little guy, and yes... I DO mean that in the most extreme, borderline mentally ill way possible. Cam says I'm nuts and no way will this happen, but I always say as long as he's still enjoying his cuddles with me, I will put him on a fucking ventilator to keep him alive if I have to. Some people are motivated to work and make money so they can buy a fancy car or some shit; I'm motivated to work and make money so I can afford to have my cuddle buddy best friend sleeping under my chin for as long as possible.
Sorry I rambled. You guys DID say you wanted more unfiltered rambling, though, so uh tell me if you change your mind... hahahaha
