Vet-Trip and Chinese

We took Ymir to the vet today. Yesterday his eye was red and a strange cloud could be seen hovering over his pupil. I had never seen something remotely like it before so I informed John and googled. Could be an inflammation, dirt or cloudy eye. We booked a time just to be sure.

John had lunch at the hawker centre by the clinic; I had eaten a large sandwich an hour earlier. I sat with Ymir and tried to calm him down. The noise was new to him, since he is an indoors only cat, and the smells made his nose flare hastily. He did not seem to notice me and only glanced at my hand once.

Around two we entered the clinic. They greeted us by asking the animal's name and hearing them try to pronounce it always cheers me up. After a few minutes a woman showed us inside a small room and asked the problem. Apart from the eye we explained about the bloody asshole (literally) and the almost fully healed burn on his foot.

First she dropped a luminescent liquid in his eye and shined on it with infrared light. We did not have anything to say about this but might have had an opinion if we knew it was that expensive for a few drops. There was nothing in his eye, no problem with it and it was probably only dirt. The eye looked better today anyway - as it always seems to get once you get to the doctor with your problem. She then put on gloves and a lubricant and shoved a finger up his butt. Ymir was very calm, did not make a sound, only moved his butt a little in discomfort. Such a good boy! She said his something balls things where the liquid cats spray to mark territory is was somewhat swollen and could be due to the poop. I think there was a connection between the two.

In the end we were given pills to lighten up the spill, drops for his eye and a heavy bill to pay. Of course we do not think about the money when it comes to our cat. Anything for him to be healthy. What I am saying is that it would have been more comfortable to know the expense before having to pay up.

He came home fine and ran out of his carrier. He walked around the apartment making sure everything was still there and that he was the only cat and probably something else. I do not know, I can not read his mind. Then he ran back to the carrier, entered and lay there looking as comfortable as ever. He was not very traumatised.

John and I could not think of anything to order or cook for dinner so we crossed the street to a Chinese restaurant. The place was full and we had to wait twenty minutes for a table. Then we got placed in the corner with our faces against the wall and a window looking directly out onto another table full of people. Not the best view. We ordered a lot since we apparently have no idea how much is normal to order for two people. The waiter even changed our order from ten pork buns to five. The dishes came in one after another. Their signature dish was pork buns and they were terrific! Like a hamburger. I really liked that. Then we had noodles, dumplings, beef and vegetables. It does not sound like a lot but it was.

We walked home after eating too much too fast and had two take-away boxes with us!