At Chez Ragged we averted yet another crisis. Please know that in our household we may define crisis in ways that you may not. Don't judge us.
Today if you were a Homeland Security agent and decided to spy in on my conversation with Cynical, you would have heard:
Cynical: Hey, are carnations poisonous?
Ragged (fearing Cynical had used them in his salad): Why do you ask?
Cynical: Ike (our cat) ate a whole one and is now working on the stem.
Ragged (panicked as Ike is my secret favorite): Call the vet.
Cynical: I am not calling the vet. I am taking a "wait and see" attitude.
Ragged: I am calling the vet. They are going to laugh at me, but I am calling the vet.
Cynical: Maybe if it is poisonous we can get a good night's sleep.*
Ragged: This is why we don't have children.
(*Ike is notorious for pestering his owners from 3:30 until 4:30 each morning in an attempt for attention. To him any attentiveness is good, even if it's bad.)
In case you were wondering: carnations aren't poisonous. The vet will laugh at you if you ask. I will not be the one cleaning up leafy kitty puke tonight.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Wait and see
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2 comments:
I had a moment much like this one. Only it involved #1 Son and a poinsettia...which are poisonous. Luckily there was a florist/more experienced mother present who assured me he would have to eat half the plant to get sick. He only chewed on a little bit of the leaf.
And vets shouldn't laugh!
Cats just seem to delight in spreading the leafy kitty puke love, don't they? Ficus leaves are Zip's personal favorite. Yum.
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