She bit me!

The cat bit me. Little brat. Of course, I can't blame her too much, she has a stone in her bladder that fills it almost entirely. Guess what Dr. Chad gets to do tomorrow? Geh. I scrubbed the living daylights out of the wound, and the cat is on a ten-day rabies hold... I'll be fine. And to satisfy my paranoid tendencies, I'm calling my own doc tomorrow to see if I should be on antibiotics. Even though I scrubbed the living daylights out of it.
*glowers* Kitten ruined my perfect record.

On slightly different news... am I the only one who thinks it is uber-spiffy that I knocked out two cats today with injectable anesthesia? I hit the veins, I didn't shoot the drug into the muscle, I didn't get stuck on the excitatory phase...

Well I think it's cool. The radiograph Robert and I took of a 140 pound Rottie (dear Eru, the dog's almost bigger than I am...) was pretty cool too. Dog has an osteosarcoma - the bone is literally being blown apart. Looks neat, bet it hurts like the dickens. No wonder he didn't want me measuring his leg.

I can't believe she bit me...