Mr. Georgie:

He had been throwing up after everything he ate, starting Sunday. He’s a baby and had never had that happen. It scared him. He ran through it, then ran all around decoratively adorning the laundry room and kitchen with his artwork.

Yes, that was as jolly fun as it sounds. Buckets of cleaning solution later, the mess was dealt with.

Georgie likes to eat things. Whether they’re food or not. He bit the head off one of his toy fuzzy mousies? I didn’t even know you could do that, I don’t know how he did it. They appear to be all one piece. Not anymore. He cleaned off his fringie stick of all the feathers and fringies.

I suspect he may have eaten something non-food that gave him a problem. Monday he wasn’t much better. He wasn’t completely lethargic, but he was too quiet for Georgie. I grew more worried.

I had visions of god-knows-what entangled in Georgie. I had visions of sick kitten and hella-expensive surgery to unclog him.

Tuesday morning after telling work I’d be late, I had my finger literally poised on the ‘call’ button to dial the vet when Roseytail said, “Wait!” Georgie seemed to suddenly be acting more himself. We fed him a small amount of breakfast. He kept it down. We fed him some more breakfast. He kept that down too.

He began ricocheting off the walls in true Georgie fashion. He gleefully stalked a most unappreciative Maggie. Go figure! She secretly likes him. She washed his head furiously last night until she noticed I was watching with the camera. Then she quickly acted thoroughly disgusted with him and jumped down and ran away.

I am adorably cute. I get away with many shenanigans due to this! You want to floof me, don’t you?

The van:

I was pretty close. I was right on with the problem being a failed bearing, except it was in the alternator and not the water pump! Excuse me while I barf out some more money to cover that one.

The repair shop told me they just looked over the entire van (to ‘make sure it was good for me’ – that is a direct quote) and also tried to sell me:

• A tranny flush for $200.
• New brakes all around for $900. (It will need brakes soon-ish, but I’ll have a second opinion elsewhere as to what it actually needs. They admitted they never had anything apart on the van to know whether it needed all-around brakes or not!)
• And front-end work to the tune also of $900.  (Again, if you didn’t have it apart, how could you know this?!)

I must look like a live one. You know how people sometimes have toilet paper fluttering out of the back of their pants or stuck to their shoe? I looked to make sure I hadn’t gone in there with dollars fluttering out of my rear-end crack and given them a mistaken impression.

Here, why don’t I just give you my check-card, my PIN and some blank checks and you can go to town? I told them, “Just fix the alternator!” I contemplated trying to get it to another shop because I was so disgusted with their let’s-drain-what-little-she-has! tactics, but it was necessary and needed to be done immediately as it was seizing up.

But Georgie is better(!), the van is no longer squealing horribly and it’s been in the upper 60s to low 70s here so we’ll call it good for now!