When the phone rings at 1:30 in the morning it is never a good sign, especially when the caller ID shows it is my mother-in-law calling. Luckily I was still awake (playing WoW as a matter of fact).
The Old Lady told me that her cat Lilly had chewed the hose to the oxygen generator (or whatever that loud contraption is called) and that she didn’t know what to do. I asked her for the number to the company that provides the machine and told her I’d call and see what they said. Someone is on call there 24 hours but a fat lot of good that did me last night. Of course, that’s my fault because I did mention that I could go over and get her hooked up to the temporary tank and that’s what he told me to do.
I had a lot of choice words for him after I hung up the phone, heh. But there was nothing else to do but drag myself over to her house. I found her spare hose and attached it and got her all hooked back up. I stayed with her for a bit to make sure she was okay and then drove back home. What an ordeal. Bad kitty!
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