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December 25, 2007
I've never been much for tradition anyway

Do you know where's a great place to spend Christmas night? The ER. Awesome.

The day started out like I had planned it. I woke up, had some coffee, opened my present from Cdub. (External hard drive!) I vacuumed, ran the dishwasher, and put the roof racks back on my car. I had planned to vacuum it, but realized I needed an extension cord. I went and saw Juno, which I thoroughly enjoyed and would recommend.

When I got home, I put the garbage out. Which is when Orion escaped. For the second time today. The first time I caught him easily. The second time> Not so much. He started with the caterwauling and hissing, and I tried to lure him out with canned foods and treats. Did not work. He finally came out from under the boxwoods and headed for the patio. I grabbed him, and he bit me.

Phone call
Mom: Hello?
WG: He bit me again!
Mom: You need to go have it checked out.
WG: I can't until tomorrow. No place is open.
Mom: The ER? That is open.

So, I headed over to the ER. Lot of people there with apparent cooking injuries. Also, some woman with a dislocated shoulder. She was sobbing, and I mean, yeah, that shit hurts (trust me. I know about the shoulder dislocation.), but I wasn't even sobbing like that when I smashed my ankle.

Anyway, I'm sitting in the ER, waiting to be called. A cop walks in. I didn't think much of it, because it's not that unusual. Then, I heard him ask the security guard for me. My first thought? "I didn't see any signs saying I couldn't park there."

He was actually there because the triage nurse called him to report a cat bite. Well, the call he got was for an "animal bite". He called his supervisor to see if he actually had to take a report on a housecat, and I overheard him say, "Even if it just bit the owner?" Orion is now on the books with animal control. He is under quarantine for 10 days. That quarantine will take place at home and at the vet's, where I'd planned on boarding him while away. (This is all in case he has rabies. His rabies vaccination was on Nov. 29.) Although, the paperwork does say if he escapes, I should call the police.

I may. I'm tired of being bitten.


Comments

Book'em, Dan-o! Baby gate across the door? A muzzle? Tranquilizer darts? Hope your hand is ok.
Posted by Sara at December 26, 2007 09:06 AM


haysus! Well...at least it wasn't a tiger.
Posted by Janet at December 26, 2007 11:02 AM


A cat with a rap sheet! Watch out now! I hope you are okay and that the bite won't get infected.
Posted by Maribeth at December 26, 2007 11:13 AM


Oh NO! Orion is just grumpy because of the missing belly hair. :)
Posted by Dirka at December 26, 2007 11:26 AM



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