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Glamrock's Journal
Glamrock's Journal
August 25, 2017

Rescued a kitten, now I must beat my dog!

As if I could, but HE'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!

I was approached yesterday by an 8 week old tortoise shell kitten at a job site in Ohio. The poor thing was half starved, flea ridden, and has an eye infection. She is as sweet as can be and I couldn't turn my back on her. I told my wife I was going to bring her home if she was there the next day. Today, I pulled up to the job site and she came bouncing out of the contractors' trailer. So, after feeding her, I put one of my shirts in a box, put her in it, and we headed to Indiana together.

The first hour she rode on my shoulder, rubbing her face against mine or burying her head under my chin. After putting her back in the box 6 or 7 times I gave up. "So is this what it's like to be a pirate?" I thought to myself. After awhile she climbed down and sat on the center console. I looked down, and she was sleeping....sitting up. I put her in the box, and she crawled out. Sat down on the center console and went back to sleep. Rinse repeat. Rinse repeat. Finally, by putting said box on said center console, I got her to lie down and go to sleep.

Got into town and went straight to the vet. Diagnosis? Ear mites, fleas, eye infection, and possibly worms. But, for the most part, healthy and overly affectionate. Vet gave her worm med, flea meds, cleaned her ears (oh my God I don't know how the poor thing could hear with the gunk in there!), ear drops, cleaned and flushed her gunky eyes, and applied eye drops.

Drove around for a half hour to give time for the fleas to die off (30 minutes according to vet). Which gave me time to pick up a bottle if Sailor Jerry! Now let's go meet your new family!

Mrs. Glamrock met us in the driveway and fell in love. The kitten is all purrs so it's easy to do. Took her in and of course our oldest cat, Muddy, hissed at her and ran off. Our Russian blue, Steviewonder, looked at her and hid in the basement. And his sister, The Beans, was completely uninterested. She was all, "yeah yeah whatever. Where's my catnip dad?"

Took her to the tv room which is the dogs domain. Zeppelin is half Jack Russell and half pain in the ass. He just can't leave her alone! At this point he knows what she's eaten for the last week, where she's been, and her complete geneology by sticking his nose up her ass. It's been 6 hours of "ZEPPY! GO LAY DOWN! LEAVE HER ALONE! GODDAMNIT!" This dog, who I love dearly, is going to be the death of me.

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