Wednesday, October 20, 2004


Well, Jeep is just fine. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her. I think the tootache hypothesis wasn't far from wrong, though. This past weekend, I found a nearly whole vomited-up toy kitty ball on the sofa. I, of course, assumed it was Maggie's doing, as Maggie is prone to eat inedible things, then throw them up later. There was yet another portion (the rest?) of the ball vomited on to the sofa yesterday. I think this is what was causing Jeep grief. Her appetite is completely normal, as is her blood test. But in order to take her blood, they shaved her neck, so she looks just a little bit stupid!

Baldy, or "Garibaldi," as I've been calling her.