This morning, Katherine and I argued a bit over who should call the vet to report on the status of Emily's eye after seven days of treatment.
The status is actually a boring "seems fine", which is why the call was not at the top of Katherine's list.
I was appointed, but I never served, because the vet called Katherine at the house while I was headed for work.
He told us to continue for a few more days, so we'll treat her through weekend when we can torture her the full three times a day. We had skipped the third mid-day treatment during the week, because I can't help torture her from 10 miles away. (According to the vet, skipping the middle treatment was no big deal.)
And Emily does still love us; we managed a nice smooth application this morning, and she was nuzzling me for attention within minutes.
You know, Emily is an older feline. Like her Aunt Cat, she probably suffers from short term memory loss. In her case, it's a good thing.
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