She's been in this state for over a week now, without noticeable improvement. She's nothing but fur and bones and pathos. She might as well kill me and eat me, for all the good I'm doing her. I guess I'll have to take her back to the vet, who will undoubtedly scold me for my inadequate care and will confiscate the cat, and then will probably have me arrested for cat abuse. I'll be jailed at the animal shelter, where I'll be raped by my cellmates, a gang of
And now I'm going to go take a shower and hope that those shingle blisters don't break open while they're soapy. Ow.