Elsie came home Thursday night - it was sort of shocking, I was out with Emmett and then all of a sudden, there's Elsie sitting on the patio. You could tell it had been a rough few days for her, she looked thinner and had a pretty bad limp. She didn't have any cuts and she let us touch her injured leg without any sort of pained reaction, so I decided not to drag her to the emergency pet clinic and instead wait until morning for Emmett's vet to open up - I trust him completely when it comes my pets.
Unfortunately it turned out that Miss Elsie had broken her leg and would require surgery. They do surgeries on Tuesdays. So that meant we had to keep her inside (against her will I might add) and away from Emmett (again, against her will). So our one and only bathroom became Elsie Land.
Have I ever mentioned that Elsie likes to meow, I mean really really really likes to meow - and that's when she has the whole outdoors to roam. When she is couped up in the house she turns meowing into an Olympic sport. So we have Elsie on one side of the bathroom door meowing that she wants her freedom and when have Emmett on the other side of the door whimpering and crying for his Elsie to have her freedom - and then we have one crazy pet owner in her bed with a pillow over her head begging for her freedom.
Yeah, so that was the weekend. I dropped Elsie off for her surgery this morning and the vet called and said it went well, and I can most likely pick her up tomorrow. We are debating the pros and cons of keeping Elsie inside from now on. I started taking Zyrtec and it seems to be working, but we still have to deal with her claws and dislike of being stuck inside.
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