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Yet Another Origin Story In Development:(
May. 3rd, 2015 09:02 pmEleanor and I went to Avengers 2: Age of Ultron this afternoon. The previews were full of a bunch of other Formulaic Summer Blockbusters: Pixels, Ant Man, Tomorrowland- are those are just the ones they ran after we came in. But before and after the show, we were getting word from Emily, of another Gathering Storm of bad plot facing a superhero of local note:
That's Arthur in January, hiding in his Cat Cave. He's a big boy, all muscle, playful if a little skittish around possible villains like me. They got him as their second kitty last year; tonight, he's in an animal hospital, with his humans worried sick about him.
We got the call a bit before the movie: Arthur was getting way underweight, wasn't eating, and had (sorry for the TMI) pooped funny. Their vet has an urgent care deal, so they brought him in. By halfway through the film when I checked time and texts, he was being x-rayed. On the drive home, we knew what they knew: there's definitely a blockage, but they can't tell if it's food or foreign object. Surgery may be the only way to tell if other clearing measures don't work by morning.
They're freaked and upset, as we would be and have been many times. Unlike those times, though, we're pretty tapped ourselves. April is the cruelest month for self-employed people, as Uncle Shlomo just got more than $6,000 from me; throw in the kitchen we're already all-in on and our own medical expenses in progress, and we have little left to give right now. Cam's 'rents agreed to kick in for the x-rays, but they've said no to the potential surgery expense. Not can't; won't.
By morning, we'll know if it's either needed or even likely to work; the C word has been mentioned as one possible cause, and we've been there with several of our kitty friends who we knew couldn't be rescued after a certain point. It's agonizing for her, and us, as we hope and pray for the best and least invasive of alternatives.
The Avengers faced worse today. We'll get through this, too. As a team.
That's Arthur in January, hiding in his Cat Cave. He's a big boy, all muscle, playful if a little skittish around possible villains like me. They got him as their second kitty last year; tonight, he's in an animal hospital, with his humans worried sick about him.
We got the call a bit before the movie: Arthur was getting way underweight, wasn't eating, and had (sorry for the TMI) pooped funny. Their vet has an urgent care deal, so they brought him in. By halfway through the film when I checked time and texts, he was being x-rayed. On the drive home, we knew what they knew: there's definitely a blockage, but they can't tell if it's food or foreign object. Surgery may be the only way to tell if other clearing measures don't work by morning.
They're freaked and upset, as we would be and have been many times. Unlike those times, though, we're pretty tapped ourselves. April is the cruelest month for self-employed people, as Uncle Shlomo just got more than $6,000 from me; throw in the kitchen we're already all-in on and our own medical expenses in progress, and we have little left to give right now. Cam's 'rents agreed to kick in for the x-rays, but they've said no to the potential surgery expense. Not can't; won't.
By morning, we'll know if it's either needed or even likely to work; the C word has been mentioned as one possible cause, and we've been there with several of our kitty friends who we knew couldn't be rescued after a certain point. It's agonizing for her, and us, as we hope and pray for the best and least invasive of alternatives.
The Avengers faced worse today. We'll get through this, too. As a team.