Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Another cat supply web site



I don't know how I over looked this one....Valley Vet. They have the best prices on things like lactated Ringers, nutrical, methagel, as well as other items.
You also save more when you buy a case of 12 of those type items. And most items ship free.

http://www.valleyvet.com


The pictures today are of Lobster (not an FIP cat) He's is an amusing story. I drove a school bus for 18 years. Towards the end of my driving days, one November morning it was cold and raining. Some of the drivers came across the radio and asked if anyone saw what was in the tree at the elementary school. I thought they were talking about a condom. The high school kids had been hanging condoms in the trees all over town for a week (what do you want me to tell you...it's HS....)But as I pulled into the elementary school to let off my kids, I saw across the parking lot a tiny orange kitten up a tree in the rain. Needless to say, I dropped the kids off the bus, pulled around, got out in the pouring rain and plucked that baby out of the tree like an apple. He was sopping wet, shivering and blue from cold. I just put him right in my shirt against my skin, and drove back to the bus garage. (my runs were luckily over for the day). He stayed in my shirt all the way to the vet, when we got to the vet he was finally warmed up. My vet likes orange cats, and he was swooped off to get warmed up further and fiv/felv tested. Then he came home with me. In the second picture, he was helping me grind up and bottle fresh dried catnip which I grow. In the first picture, he was just home, a tiny little thing.
Funny enough, I drove bus #18, and I found him on 11/18/2004. Now's he's a very large orange cat. But he's very sweet and frequents my side.
He's the cat however that when I was cleaning his ears one day growled at me (he's a big baby) and my Zilla rushed across the bed, all 3 lbs of her to attack him (he weights 17 lbs) and defended me, beause he growled at me. It was precious and one of my favorite memories of Zilla.

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