Somehow, I missed the fact that Freddy the Bearded Lady was gimpy. That is, until she was really gimpy. By then I realized that there was something seriously wrong with her foot. But what? I headed to my favorite source of how to fix serious things - Leigh's blog. I ran down the handy resource listing on the right and found what I thought it was -- Bumblefoot. For crying out loud - who came up with that name? I read the information thoroughly and came to the conclusion that I had missed the early/easy stages, and that some foot surgery was needed. And I was NOT going to do it myself. I do know my limitations. Most of the time.
What to do. I picked up the phone this morning and left a message for Doctor Rod. It went something like this, "Hi, there Doctor Rod. You may remember me - the one with the huge, fat cat that had both his canines extracted? The one that could only catch one of her other two cats? Well, I have another small problem with...with...a chicken. I am very fond of her and she has injured her foot and could you possibly find it in your heart to do some minor surgery I will be glad to help." (I figured I had more chance of success by running it into one long sentence before the true nature of the call registered.) I left my cell phone number and hung up.
While I was sitting in a loooong line of non-moving traffic this morning on my way to work (they had, through some amazingly stupid choice, closed four lanes of freeway into one during rush hour), my phone rang. I looked quickly around to see if anyone would notice I was going to answer my cell phone - ha. Everyone around me was yakking away. It was Doctor Rod! Sure, he would do it. Did I need to bring her in today? Was it an emergency? Have I mentioned lately how much I love my new vet? We set up an appointment for Monday morning. I will have to help, as his vet tech is out. He asked if I would mind if we wrapped her in a towel and I held her during the procedure. I said that I wouldn't, and didn't feel I needed to mention that, less than a week ago, I had been pulling billions of feathers off her nameless, headless brethern. TMI!!!