Poor Smudge! He just wasn't himself - felt warm to the touch, wasn't eating, drinking water, didn't want held and hid from me. So, I mustered enough courage and faced the fear of an angry husband and took my cat to the vet for the second time in a week. The cat was dehydrated and the vet said the blood work from last week showed he had an infection somewhere. OK, folks, now remember Michael took the phone call from the vet who reportedly told him all the parameters were normal. At least that's what Michael told me. No way, the vet said, he told Michael the white cell count was elevated and to keep an eye on the cat. GRRRRRRRRRRRR! Smudge has an inflammatory intestinal disease - got a steroid shot and appeared to be himself again last night. Michael's really in the "dog house" over this one.
The claims adjustor showed up this afternoon to look at the damages done to our yard when the punk drove his car through my flower bed. Still have no clue what they're going to offer. I haven't touched that area of the yard since the accident. Still shouldn't I suppose since they may pay somebody to fix it right.
Not so much time for quilting, but I managed to get some fabric during my lunch break today. Does that count?