I had my flu shot last week. There are two views about having the annual shot. Some do, and some don’t. I’m a terrible patient so I prefer to go ahead and get immunized on the off chance it might prevent my having to stay in bed over the winter months. While in the doctor’s office it was suggested I have the pneumonia shot and the shingles shot as well. Shingles actually is a shot I’d sign up for. Unfortunately, it’s not covered by insurance so the cost is prohibitive. I believe it runs close to $300.00. From the commercials I watch about the disease it’s not something I’d like to come in contact with, but with Christmas winking at me around the corner that’s a lot of money Santa could tuck in his britches.
Animal health care isn’t cheap either. Boo had surgery twelve days ago. I know the exact count of days because each one has been a misery since the cat had a small growth removed from her ear. As I mentioned previously, they put an Elizabethan collar on her to send her home. The site gets itchy as it heals and the collar is supposed to prevent the animal from scratching at the area. Our instructions were to leave the collar on unless she needed to eat. From the beginning this plan was doomed to failure. Boo feels she needs to eat 24/7, leaving little time for the collar to be effective. Sigh.
When we brought her home she was still woozy. Setting her down she ran about the house like a drunken seaman falling over and getting up, then falling over again. I put her in the bedroom where I thought she’d be most safe. She sat at the end of the bed banging her head in the collar against the headboard trying to get under the bed. Finally she banged it hard enough to break open her ear, so I had to take it off. Really? Couldn’t I once get a cat that didn’t require extensive therapy? It seems the cats requiring Prozac gravitate directly towards my door. Perhaps this says something deep down about me??
After consulting the vet regarding this behavior, he said leave the collar off and watch the cat. Right. I must appear to have no life. Nothing to do in my sad lonely days but sit in a chair and observe the comings and goings of my feline. Not to mention, at the same time attempting to deter her from doing what comes most naturally to an animal, scratching. Ach. Twice a day we were to spray the affected area with a liquid mesh. I did not realize this would require sedation, both for the cat and ourselves. If Boo so much as sensed us moving in her direction with the spray bottle she would take off like her tail was on fire. Applying the mesh soon became a covert operation involving camouflage, drones circling the area, and sophisticated tracking techniques. Often the end result was one of us spraying the other with the mesh while the cat hid in the corner looking truly satisfied with herself. As I’ve said before, it is truly embarrassing to be bested by an 8 pound cat.
Since she wouldn’t tolerate the collar, on the return visit to the vet yesterday to remove the stitches he decided to bandage her back paws to keep her from scratching at her ear. Swell. Now she’s walking around the house doing a feline version of the cha-cha. Not only does she refuse to come from under the bed but she won’t eat or drink. The assumption is I will be back in the car today returning to the vet’s office to have the bandages removed. Like children, often when you get a sick animal to the vet they behave beautifully while in the office. Performing tasks as they are asked, sitting pacifically and acting as though they’ve never entertained a sick day in their lives. Immediately upon exiting the door the whining ensues.
As a kid I wanted to be a vet. My ideas for life choices changed regularly back then. At that age the world is like a huge all-you-can-eat buffet filled with so many delicious choices. Now that I’m older and have had life experience, I realize I would not have made a good vet. I get too emotionally involved with animals and would have grieved each one’s passing. Also, it would probably have gone to blows if someone presented an animal for treatments that had abused by the person bringing her to the office. I have a short tether with bullies, particularly when it comes to children and animals, but that’s another blog.
Working in the animal shelter every week I’ve come to understand how much patience and care it takes to minister to them. With no voice which their caretakers comprehend, they can’t tell us if they’re hurting, or hungry or lonely or sad. Their sweet faces poking through the cages are left to reflect their moods. Not all of them are appreciative of the volunteers coming their to clean their cages. Last week I had one cat that was totally ticked off and shredded my gloves, fortunately not my finger, to let me know he wasn’t pleased with the situation. Not pleased at all. For the most part they are glad for a little attention, perhaps a neck rub, and a lovely box of clean litter to immediately pop into and make themselves at home.
So, as predicted I am once again off to the vet. If I keep funneling money into the place my name should be on the door as investor by the weekend.
This recipe is not low anything, but it is high on taste. We don’t eat it often but thoroughly enjoy it when we do indulge.
Veal Cutlets with Lemon Butter Sauce and Fried Noodles
2 Tbsp. olive oil
2 Tbsp. butter
6 6 oz. veal cutlets pounded thin (about 1/4″)
2 eggs, beaten
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. black pepper
1 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. salt
1/8 tsp. Hungarian paprika
3/4 cup Italian bread crumbs
1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese for frying
Lemon Butter Sauce
4 Tbsp. butter
Juice of 2 lemons
1 Tbsp. freshly chopped parsley
1 Cup chicken broth
1/2 dry white wine
Mix together flour, pepper, garlic powder, salt, and paprika place in large baggie. In two separate pie plates place flour mixture and bread crumbs mixed with Parmesan cheese. Whisk eggs in bowl. Dredge cutlets in flour. Dip in eggs. Dip in cheese/bread crumb mixture and refrigerate for 1 hour to set.
Heat oil and 2 Tbsp. butter in large skillet over high heat. Cook cutlets until golden brown on both sides in batches. Do not over cook. About 1 min. on each side.
Drain on paper towels.
In skillet over medium heat mix together 4 Tbsp. butter, lemon juice, and parsley. Bring to a low simmer, just under boiling.
Add remaining tablespoon butter, wine, and lemon juice, stirring to loosen browned particles. Cook until thoroughly heated. Stir in parsley, garlic and capers and spoon over meat.
1 pkg. thin spaghetti
1/2 cube butter
2 Tbsp. freshly chopped parsley
Cook noodles according to package directions. Drain thoroughly.
Melt butter in same pan over med.-high heat. Return noodles to pan. Using tongs stir and mix for about 8-10 mins. until noodles start are thoroughly coated. Add parsley.