State of the Cat: ?

After 2.5 hours kicking around the animal hospital (this, with travel time, killing the notion of me getting into work for the afternoon[1]), we learn...nothing. Or, well, some diagnostic exclusions. The ultrasound does not show anything funky going on. They've taken blood, and a urine sample (which surprised me, as usually Mage waits to pee until he's back in the carrier, but I'm not complaining), and I should call tomorrow afternoon for the results.

They wanted to take an X-ray, too, which would have been another medical half-hour (i.e., 55 minutes), but I figured if I left then I could at least get some correspondence and documentation done, and not make a complete waste of the day. And it didn't seem, by the description, to be anticipated half as useful as biochemical reports are like to be.

Also: When sitting for several hours in a freezing cold waiting room fretting about your cat, the wrong reading material is the story of Shackleton's Antarctic expedition. Seriously.

[1] If I'd the brains God gave a kumquat, I would have gone dressed for work, dropped Mage off at the house, and taken the train in from Fair Lawn, or thus I was reproaching myself during the long cold wait; but it looks like, due to infelicitous scheduling, I would've just missed the last useful train from there anyways.

In which the Circle of Life does its circly thing

Piewacket is delivered of five SIX (so far) tiny tuxedo kittens! (In the box I set up for her, I may add, thus sparing nedlnthred's much-abused furnishings.) I would have pictures for your delectation, only the batteries in the camera chose now to die. They are recharging. Slowly. Be patient.

The last thing this house or, indeed, this neighborhood needs is more kittens; but there wasn't any way to get her to the vet until it was too late. The good news is, she's now considerably more tame--indeed, she's spent the last week tripping me every time I move, wanting scritchies--so as soon as they're weaned we can take her directly over to the Helpful Animal Clinic. (Momcat has an appointment for next week and Spot has disappeared, so if we can just get our hands on Foxy we just might be able to get ahead of the local problem; I don't believe there are any other fertile queens in the area.) And since the kittens are in the house and all, we should be able to get them right people-friendly and thence to good homes.

Anyone want a cat?