Today I'm pacing the floor when I'm not cutting out some new totes. I took one of my cats, Buddy, to the vet yesterday 'cause he has a curious bulge in one of his eyeballs. The vet was very concerned and wanted him to to go a veterinary eye clinic. The appointment was late and my vet wasn't able to talk to the vet at the referral clinic, but she faxed all the info and told me to call them first thing this morning. Well, this morning I called. First they couldn't find the fax and then they said my vet would have to talk to their vet. I called my vet's office (I know she's not in this morning, but she said to call if I needed help) and told them she needed to call the referral vet. Well, that was 2 hours ago! I hate to pester the referral vet's office, but I don't know if they will call me when the "talk" takes place or if I need to call them. My vet is worried that Buddy's eye will rupture and he'll lose his sight in that eye. She thinks prompt intervention might save it. I'm just so frustrated. I hate being caught between the two vets. Meanwhile, I'm staying close to the phone even though I really need to make a grocery run.

Here's an old picture of Buddy. It's hard to take good pictures of a black cat. It doesn't show what a really handsome man he is. I rescued him about 5 years ago when he was attacked by another cat in my backyard. He had a nasty wound to his front leg and I nursed him until it healed. He also acquired the FIV virus from that fight, but has never had any disease symptoms. That shows that FIV positive cats can live a long and healthy life. He's about 8 now and going strong, except for the eye.

I'll post more when I know more.