Katherine Manny Mansfield & ol' Doug Sirk

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In retrospect, it might not have been a good idea, from the perspective of scientific controls, to get Manny his rabies shot today. Made it more unclear what the subsequent barfing tonight was about. Nonetheless, the cool young vet at the emergency clinic (Sarah) has sent me home with a plan. No solid indication yet of terrible troubles from the fuscia scrunchy thread.

There were a lot of euthanasias tonight at that place. They were all up-by-their-bootstraps stiff-upper-lip, but you could see it wearing on them. Manfred, on the other hand, pleased the people. In his first ever trip "back there" with the vet folk, he was so well behaved that Becky (yeah, the one I talked to last night) was able to x-ray him by herself---her first time ever not needing help to position and still the cat at hand.

I watched a Douglas Sirk movie before and after the emergency vet. It's the one in which, for Christmas, the kids give the mother, who's given up her true-love scandalously young/not-rich Rock Hudson for their sake, a TV to keep her company---a TV being the most pitiful lonely woman thing in the world.

I tried to concentrate on the technicolor and think fondly of Far From Heaven.

Comments

[schroederjt.livejournal.com]

I hope Manny is okay. Starfish once ate a whole bunch of thread, and part of the plastic spool to boot. It was terrible. He had to have x-rays amd surgery, and looked like a punk cat for awhile with his shaved patches. But it all turned out okay.

[bigfinedaddy.livejournal.com]

There sure has been a lot of medical turmoil in that house of late. At least Humphrey seems to have dodged any serious bullets. Hope you're all feeling well soon.