This past Saturday, I had to take Tanner in to see Dr. C. for his follow-up appointment. (He is doing well and will be going to visit our holistic vet, Dr. L., very soon. Then, as I think two heads are better than one, I'll be conversing via conference call with both vets to see if we can agree on a course of action going forward so that hopefully we never have a similar incident, as neither my nerves nor my checking account balance can readily withstand it!)
Anyway, as Dr. C. and I were chatting at the end of the appointment, he asked me whether Olivia and Finn had given Tanner a hard time when he came home from the hospital. I said that in fact they had, but that Finn had gotten over it in about five minutes while for Olivia it took more like five days.
Then again, I said, she is a calico. Dr. C. chuckled, and said, "Yes, well, they do live life on their own terms." Gee, Doc. Tell me something I DON'T know. The last eight years with Olivia have been a lesson in exactly that. There is Olivia's way, or the proverbial highway, and something that a normal cat would not even blink at sends Her Royal Caliconess into a tailspin.
But look at that face .. I guess it's worth it!