Just got back from the vet with Zuzu and she is doing so much better; the incision looks great. I think the stress of me bringing her to work and then to the vet made her metabolize the last little bits of post-surgery lethargy and anesthesia so now she is up and walking around. She even drank a little bit when she got home and ate a few treats and a bite of tuna.
But I swear to God I have two bowls of normal, clean water in the house that I kept tempting her with and yet she went straight to the bathroom where a tub of water soaking some dirty clothes is and drank from that, and then she went to an open drain in the slave bathroom and started drinking water from there. WTF?
I’m just glad to see her walking and being interested in stuff again. She was even purring when I was petting her which is a huge step forward.
I noticed something today: carrying an animal around in a carrier is equivalent to holding a huge neon sign that spells out “FOREIGNER” above my head. The looks I got from Egyptians were absolutely mystified. From Egyptians. After all the SUPER WEIRD SHIZ I see here EVERYDAY that they don’t even look twice at, they are puzzled by someone carrying a cat in a cat carrier.
Also I had an old Iraqi guy, a friend of the vet apparently, at the clinic ask me, “why are you fat?”
Dude… uncalled for.
Sensitivity training… Egypt needs it. I’m off to the bank now to be run around and vaguely insulted. Wish me luck.