Why pets require a savings account

Summary of last 40 minutes in the Mahalian household:

• Pre-bed trip to toilet
• Note kitten has joined self in bathroom
• note kitten eating
• realise kitten just swallowed 20cm of ribbon
• freak out
• Telephone emergency vet, describe situation and kitten*
• drive to emergency vet
• pay $199.70 for privilege of watching kitten yark up ribbon (thank god - one injection, copious yarking, production of ribbon, second injection, cessation of yarking)
• drive home
• kitten vanishes under bed
• human copiously searches for other swallowable non-food objects, hurriedly removes from bedroom

Boomer is fine, thanks to said trip to emergency vet (who, idly, began practicing in 1973). We did the right thing, getting him to the vet that fast - string tangled in the intestines is No Joke - and I am glad we have a savings account.

* This included a debate with self on how to declare a five point three kilogram ten month old feline as a kitten. Vet declared cat to be kitten, just one big-ass kitten heading for big-ass catness.

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