Cat update 2: Morwen is no better

She spent Tuesday hiding in a few different places, and refusing all food. I did manage to get the doses of medicine into her, but they didn't seem to do any good. She's not grooming at all, and her backside and tail are still stiff from when she peed in the cat carrier. Her current favorite hiding place is behind the waterbed, and that was a major pain to extract her from to give her the nighttime dose. So after I gave her that, I put down a soft towel (which she peed on) on the bathroom floor and locked her in overnight.

Per Dr. McMenomy's instructions, I brought her back to the Kitty Klinic this morning. He tested her urine (had to do a needle stick to get a sterile sample) and there was some bacteria present, but not much. He gave her an antibiotic on general principles, but wanted to keep her to do X rays, and have them interpreted by the radiologist at the U of M. I'm supposed to call back around 4:30 for results if he doesn't call me first.

I think today was another $400 or so worth of cat care. I don't begrudge it -- it was part of the social contract when I adopted her -- but I am keeping track. Thankfully, I don't have to worry about giving her a complex by guilting her with how much she's costing me.

Cat update 3: Not good news

The report from the U of M radiologist is that there's some kind of blockage in the small intestine. They recommend exploratory surgery. Sometimes I hate being right -- I suspected all along it was going to come to this.

ETA: She's now scheduled for surgery at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow (Thursday).

There's also the possibility of some cardiac issue, and (lower probability) lymphoma.

Total predicted cost now is at least $2,000. I really did not need this.

Wednesday books (actually on Wednesday, for a change)

What I've read lately:

Two-Bit Heroes, by Doris Egan. The second Ivory book, which I quite enjoyed. Though a number of the situations Our Heroes find themselves in could be avoided if they acted more sensibly even by their own standards.

Bitterblue, by Kristin Cashore. The third of the Graceling books. I did enjoy this more than Fire, but somewhere around page 6, I said to myself, "What these people need is a Truth and Reconciliation Commission." And I was right. Of course, if they had, there wouldn't be much of a book. The book is about healing after terrible things.

The Unknown Ajax, by Georgette Heyer. This is the one with the great bait-and-switch scene. It's also the only one of her books where I remember seeing any sympathy at all for His Majesty's Customs, as opposed to the smugglers.

What I'm currently reading:

carried over from last week:
Battle Cry, by Leon Uris, as a kitchen book
The Silver Stallion, by James Branch Cabell, as a bathroom book. Still slogging, about two-thirds through.

They Found Him Dead, by Georgette Heyer, as an iPhone book. One of her contemporary mysteries, I wish to shoot some of the (not already dead) characters, and slap most of the rest. This book contains one of the most annoyingly entitled female characters ever. I find myself composing letters to Captain Awkward about her, just to see how she'd deal with her.

What I plan to read:

Shadows in Flight, by Orson Scott Card. From the library. Yeah, I know.

Guilt-Edged Ivory, by Doris Egan. The third of the Ivory trilogy.

Venetia, by Georgette Heyer, as an iPhone book. The last one. I don't know what I'll read on the iPhone after this. It needs to be something that I can read in very short segments and still keep the thread of when I pick it up later. Favorite books that I haven't reread in a long time are pretty much ideal.

Jurgen, by James Branch Cabell, once I finish The Silver Stallion. And then I'll definitely be done with Cabell.

More books from the pile by the bedside.