Oliver is losing chunks of fur. There are big bald spots on the neck behind the ears, on the tail, etc. It’s not ringworm. The skin is completely clean, except for occasional tiny spots that look kind of like flea bites to me. I thought maybe he had a flea allergy and the topical treatment failed. He isn’t over-grooming. He doesn’t appear stressed out. Nothing changed in the environment. We took him to the vet. The vet did the blood work and a complete check up. Everything was clear. He pronounced the cat to be in perfect health, gave Oliver an antibiotic shot which was supposed to last ten days, and said to hold off on the topical. He didn’t seem concerned. Oliver began improving, or maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, because it’s hard to say since the fur didn’t instantly grow back, but now we’re back to square one. There are sores where he scratched at his bald patches.
I took a chance and used a topical flea treatment. We can’t give him pills. He throws up frequently and the chances of the pill being expelled are really high. I also put some Resortin antibiotic ointment at the scratches, which I will keep up for at least 5 days.
We’ll see how it goes. I’m irrationally annoyed at the vet for not having the magic powers and instantly making my cat better or at least being Deeply Concerned (TM). In my head that conversation went like this:
Me: CAT SICK! FIX!
Vet: Eh, not a big deal.
Me: CAT SICK!
Vet: Eh, it will be okay.
I miss Dr. Amanda.
I realize that this is probably a completely unfair assessment of the situation. 🙂 The good thing is that Oliver is active, eating like a champ, drinking, running around and generally seems to be unaffected by his apparent patchy baldness. He still very diligently shows us his empty bowl and then leads us to the food container, because we are but simple humans and we might have forgotten where we put his food. He just flounced across my lap to look outside the window, because that’s where the action is at.
If there is no improvement in the next few days, back to the vet he goes. I hate to drag him there because Oliver does not like the vet’s office. The last time he freaked out, climbed up onto the window sill in the exam room, and then tried to jump to the safety of his people, which resulted in him landing, claws out, on Gordon’s back and my husband cursing like a sailor.
Anyway, today is the day I get all my preliminary stuff out of the way. I need to set up my Scrivener files for Innkeeper 3 and Magic Binds and finish the cover for Small Magics. This is probably what it will look like unless a flash of brilliance strikes and I can figure out some fancier font arrangement. I really wanted something that would stand out a little from our usual covers but still be familiar. Since this is told from the male POV, I looked at some male-pov UF covers, all of which use really blocky fonts. Tried that. Enlisted Natanya at the agency to try that as well. It didn’t look good.
The problem is, we have a long name and the agency wants the name to be really BIG. But a really BIG name takes away from Doris’ image, which is gorgeous.
I read an article on book cover font, which said that when selecting fonts for the covers, it is best to “avoid the unique or quirky, and boldly go with the ordinary.” So we’ll probably boldly do that.
So far we’re on track. The file is being copy-edited.
This cover is not final. I’m looking at you, Goodreads librarians. Please don’t add it yet. 🙂
Today is the day of leftovers and Fallout at the house. Kid 2 and Gordon are playing and I will be once I get my stuff done. I hate the Minutemen. Just hate them. Instead of adventuring, I end up babysitting the damn settlements. I want to shoot Preston.
Also, if you are looking for some loot with Innkeeper art, here is an awesome link for you. I also have some wallpapers Doris made, which I will put up.