No Mo' Woe

We're up to four visits now, but Savannah seems to be doing okay. During visit number three, Dr. Bob adjusted the tube a little bit (pulled it out some, essentially) and she hasn't thrown up since. Apparently it was too far in?

Heather had to take her in yesterday because she'd scratched at her bandage a little too hard and dislodged the tube, so they gave her a new bandage and fixed it.

On a side note, the staff of the vet hospital now seem to think that Savannah's a mean cat, becasue she HATES her carrier and is cranky now when she goes in. It's a bum rap, I tell ya!

Savannah is, however, getting more adventurous (and vocal!) every day. We tried to keep her out of the plant stand in the living room by putting down aluminum foil, which (we were told) cats don't like the feel of underneath their paws. Savannah must be the exception - she walked around on it for about five minutes and then laid down on it. That didn't work out so well.