It started out normal enough for our cat, Solstice. He got up, played hockey with the toys across the floor, meowed to be let out and went off exploring.

A few hours later, however, things had gone very, very bad. He came limping to the house yowling and crying. And he had a gash in his foreleg.

So off we went to the vet’s office.

I am trying very hard not to complain about the bill. I figure Solstice has much more to complain about; he has to wear one of those (I’m assuming humiliating) collars to keep him from biting at the drain in his leg; he has to go back in a few days and have the drain removed; he has to go back a week after that to have the stitches removed; and, oh yeah, while he was there someone stole his testicles.

What a day!

What did we do whilst Solstice was being reupholstered?

Eating ice cream, of course. 😀