It's that time of year again, when feline hormones are thick in the air and Tom gets the crap beat out of him. Since this is the second year this has happened, I've come to the conclusion that if he's going to come inside, it should be before anything more serious than a post-fight ear infection happens to him.
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FIV, Why Tom Is a Big Marshmallow and So Am I )
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Luckily, I was talked down today by some coffee-shop friends, a very nice couple who understand both pet issues and people with AIDS issues, and my faith in humanity has been boosted. Also, my sister found her lost black cat, missing since Sunday.
Plus, I had the unexpected opportunity to explain the difference between the alcoholic content of beer, wine and liquor to Boo just before dropping her off at school this morning--much like depositing a stealthy landmine, armed with new knowledge. All in all, it was a much better day today. :)
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Ten years ago I lost my precious Captain to FIV. If there were meds or vaccines then, the vet didn't know about them. He was the real true love of my life. One of my friends said we were more "bonded" than anybody she'd ever seen. My husband always thought I was joking when I said if it came to a choice between him and Captain, he'd lose, but I wasn't.
People who are stupid about AIDS are going to be stupid about AIDS, whether it's in cats or humans. I lost a buddy over something along these lines, when she made a really ignorant comment about something and I told her exactly what I thought. No great loss.
I hope you don't mind a total stranger saying thank you for taking such good care of your cats--both of them--and loving them. If you can't tell, this is a subject I get very emotional about.
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