A Weird Dream, An Asthmatic Cat & A Lost Clock

Tuesday started out with me waking from a weird dream about my purse and car being full of medications and getting a ticket for not having those medications in bottles. Where does shit like that come from?? It left me wondering if there were any laws that restrict a person from carrying medications without proper labeling and if there were limits on how many could be carried without that labeling. It’s not like I take that many prescription medications. THREE. TRES. 3. That’s it. The rest are vitamins, supplements, and over the counter medications like pain rubs and Mucinex. Sometimes my dreams leave me scratching my head.

First thing as I came out of my bedroom this morning, Dad asked me where the wall clock was that we purchased a few weeks ago. He had been complaining about the clock in the living room losing time and that we needed to replace it. So, we bought a new one. Last week, I ran across the clock when I cleaned and organized the shelves in the living room. I took the clock out of the box and I swear, I stuck it somewhere handy. Where? I haven’t the foggiest clue. In my defense, if Dad would have replaced the old one with the new one, I wouldn’t be wracking my brain trying to find that damn clock now!! It is literally driving me insane! I looked for hours this morning, in every nook and cranny I could think of. I’m beginning to think one of the cats hid it. (Not really, but it’s not my fault. Someone else must’ve done something with it.)

Jack had a recheck appointment with the veterinarian this afternoon. He had a serious lung infection, perhaps caused by allergies originally, BUT now the consensus is that Jack may have asthma. I’ve never had a cat with asthma. I never thought a cat could even have asthma! Poor Jack will stay on his steroid pill for a couple more months, just a couple times a week, and we will revisit the issue in March. Perhaps he can eventually get off the medication and we’ll just keep some on hand just in case of an asthmatic episode. Poor Jack was exhausted when we got home. He started out on the desk in front of the computer draped over my arm but now has relocated to the bed.


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He was a bit stinky when we got home. Poor little guy pooped and puked all over his carrier on the drive to the vet’s office. Dr. Missy said he just released all of his demons.

We hadn’t been home more than 10 minutes when Dad asked me if I ever figured out what I did with that blasted clock and, up until then I had forgotten all about it. I’ve been wracking my brain ever since. Ugh.

6 thoughts on “A Weird Dream, An Asthmatic Cat & A Lost Clock

  1. poor jack…its been tough on the fur baby, mama too!! the clock is yet another mystery 😉😘. as if by off chance you didn’t pick the new one up by mistake and the IT out to the trash did you?! just asking 😲😃

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    • I’m probably more sick of looking for that clock! Jack is feeling pretty good. The vet heard a little more noise in his lungs than she should have heard, but jack is back to his ornery self. He’s pretty sick of having a pill poked down his throat but if it keeps him breathing smoothly then we’ll keep doing it. ❤

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