Today is Dental Day for Bosco. He's getting teeth pulled and I'm a nervous kitty momma. This is the second time he's had teeth pulled (the last time being last year). Hopefully they'll pull all the back ones and he won't have to have it done again.
While I wait for the call to pick him up I'm going to go to Target because I'll already have the zipcar and I can stock up on household things. And maybe get a pair of yoga pants that don't have a hole in the crotchal region. I don't even do yoga, I just like to wear yoga pants because they're comfortable and I can trick people into thinking I do yoga.
My poor baby. I feel so bad for him. I also feel bad for myself trying to get him to take all his medicine including squirting pain meds into his mouth. Then he stares at the wall all high and I laugh because it's pretty funny when your cat is high.
I will not be laughing when I look at my bank account after this. That will be crying. Lots and lots of crying. Maybe I should stick with the holey yoga pants.