s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

MAF won’t give me back Slow Top’s medicine. The woman I spoke to was very apologetic, but apparently the rules are quite clear: the stuff that came in with him was okay (probably), but anything “unaccompanied” gets picked up, if it’s not on their “approved for use in cats” list, which apparently this stuff isn’t. (Note to self: remember to mail the form back asking them to return it to sender.)

They *want* you to be honest when you fill out those little labels for Customs, but honesty just gets your stuff taken away.

So I rang up the vet’s office I’d had a chat with on Sunday and lucked out and got the vet herself. When I explained the situation and gave all the details, she made Slow an appointment for Saturday, and said she’d make sure they had the drugs in stock. Yay ! Of course it means that poor Slow Top will have had all of 24 hours to settle into the apartment after his flight down from Wellington, before I stuff him back in the car and haul him to the vet. Poor cat.

In other news:

It’s been clear and crisp, in the 50s pretty much all week. It’s been very nice, but I’ll be glad for it to warm up when Spring finally gets here.

I finally got the boxes off the bathroom floor ! Yay !

Didn’t notice I hadn’t found the can opener until I tried to open a can of pumpkin soup. Had to run out to New World and buy one. Soup wasn’t that good.

I managed *not* to set off the smoke alarm trying to toast bread in the oven. Which is a Good Thing, because it’s $1200 if the fire department comes. The damned thing’s labeled in centigrade ! And like I know how hot a toaster gets anyway ! Yeesh ! But anyway, Mmmmm, tuna melt.

—33 days to Snog Week