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Misha

12 July 2005

My Misha-cat is sick and in hospital.

She was fine at ten o’clock, when I went upstairs to have a bath and write a blog and such; when I came down again at midnight, her head was all twisted round and she couldn’t stand and she was utterly distressed. So I yelled for the vet, and he said he’d probably better see her; and I couldn’t get a taxi, so I carried her the good mile that it is to the surgery, and it all felt very portentous because the only other time I’d done that was when I took Sophie on her final visit, and tonight we were watched by little black cats on every corner, seemingly.

But they’re nice at the vet’s, they always make us both feel better; and though he was full of awful warnings about the worse things it could be, the vet did think it was probably a disease of the middle ear, so he’s given her megadoses of steroids and antibiotics and kept her in overnight. And charged me an appalling amount for the privilege, because of course he had to come in specially from his nice little cottage in the country, which I’m fairly sure I’ve actually paid for over the years.

And now I’m home again, it’s half one on a hot night and my cat’s under the doctor and I am not entirely clear what I’m going to do for the next eight hours, before I can phone to ask how she is. No doubt I’ll think of something. There are books in the house.


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