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One of those days

It's been one of those days - One of those days that I'm feeling really alone here.  I had a really crap morning.  Nothing really terrible, but not a way to start the day.  My cat Alfie (my problem child) has been ripping his hair out and has a big bald spot on his tail.  It was unsettling to witness and we took him to the vet the other night.  The diagnosis - he's either having an allergic reaction to a flea bite (he's an indoor cat and has never had fleas) or he's a 'stressy cat' (leave it to me to have a stressy cat). She gave us some topical flea treatment to start off with and told us to let her know how it goes. 
I don't like using chemicals and was hesitant to put it on him because him and his brother are constantly grooming each other and I didn't want them to get sick.  Against my better judgement, I put it on both of my cats and within a half hour, Alfie was foaming at the mouth, drooling and throwing up.  I called the vet and they said it was normal if ingested, but not fatal.  I had to spend the next hour chasing the cat around trying to keep him from licking the stuff from the spot I was assured they couldn't reach.
Stressed out, I really wanted to call someone to just say 'You wouldn't believe the morning I'm having'  Not wanting to bother Wayne at work, I quickly realized that there was no-one to call.  Not one casual friend I can call just to talk.  It was 6AM back home and I had to wait an hour for it to be late enough to call one of my best friends in Memphis.  I woke him up and by that time was in tears feeling lonely and sorry for myself.  We talked until it was time for him to get up for work and I felt a little better, but I've been restless ever since.  It's a beautiful day and I wish there was someone I could call to invite over or meet for lunch, but there isn't and it's one of those days that it's just really hard to be here.
Wayne's been sick all week.  I think I'll go make him some home-made chicken soup and occupy some time...

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