Some good...Some bad.

A follow-up on yesterday’s whine-fest:

First off, remember what I said about auto repairs never being cheap? Well, I stand corrected. For the first time in my life, I had my car fixed and it cost me NOTHING. Nada. Zilch. 100% covered by the warranty. Can you believe it? Turns out the “blower resistor” (whatever that is) was bad, and it was covered by my 3 year/36K warranty. Thanks, Chrysler! I only have about 5,500 miles left on that warranty, though, so I’d better cross my fingers in the future.

So that’s the good side of the coin. The bad side? That’d be my cat, Jack. Poor old sick boy – turns out he has Feline ImmuneDeficiency Virus – FIV. His body’s immune system is pretty much shutting down. There’s nothing we can do for him except try to keep him comfortable. The vet gave us some antibiotics (oh so much fun trying to put an eyedropper down Mr. Crabass’ throat!), and with a little luck he’ll be okay and not get sicker. We’ll see. The vet says it’s serious, but not completely life threatening yet. But the time will soon come when we’ll have to make an ugly, bad, sucks-like-hell decision. As long as he’s not in any real pain, he’ll be fine. But as much as it’d kill me, I don’t want to see him suffer at all. Jack and I are pals, and I don’t want to see him hurt, no matter what.

So now I have two screwed up pets: Jack the FIV cat, and Tasha the diabetic cat. Between the two of them falling apart, it’s amazing any animals ever manage to live in our house. Tasha has to have insulin twice a day, and now Jackie needs antibiotics twice a day. It’s a regular kitty nursing home around our house.

So there you go – a little sunshine peers through on an otherwise gloomy day. And at least the bathroom hasn’t flooded again.