We drove the car a few miles back, to a service station, where I met a very nice boxer (the dog, not the fighter) named Buddy. I wish Luka was born a boxer instead of a lab, because they seem a little less exuberent and less likely to jump on you.
Mr. Demitrios has a visit with Dr. Fisher, the veterinarian, this afternoon. I decided against the city vet because I've heard they're not too bright, and county vets because I'd need a car to get there. Dr. Fisher is just a few blocks away, which is helpful. It's such a nice day today, so I may as well go for a walk. And besides, I like supporting private practices, too.
An aside: It's been a while since I've had a kitten, and I forgot just how much they scratch. My arms and kneecaps (and shoulders, a little) look like a battlefield. Thank you, Burts Bees Res-Q Ointment, for providing a little respite.
Ah well, back to the
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