Oliver Goes to the Vet, and Red Bull

There was a bigger dream before this one, but I woke up and then went back to sleep, so I forgot most of it. What I do remember is that my friend Arianna and I were walking around some super huge Bed, Bath and Beyond type store and she was looking for Ultra Soft Shammies.

Anyway, when I went back to sleep, this was my dream.

I guess my cat, Oliver, wasn't doing too well so my dad and I had to meet my brother and his girlfriend at the vet. They had already taken him there, since they were at the house to begin with. I wasn't too thrilled about seeing my brother, because he's a jerk, but I love our cat, so I put up with it. When we were Danielle, my brother's girlfriend, was playing with Oliver by putting a cat sized knit cap, tshirt, and sweat shirt on him. I remember thinking it was cute, but that he really didn't need it because he is fat enough, and can keep warm just fine on his own. He also hates being handled most of the time, so the fact that she was all in his face was probably pissing him off. Poor Oliver.

The vet and an assistant came out and the assistant took Oliver to the back, while the vet came and talked to my dad and I. My brother and Danielle left. The vet told us Oliver was now allergic to his food, which is why he hasn't been doing well. Except he's on a special diet for urinary tract problems, so we don't have many options of food we could switch him to. The vet ignored us and pulled out this weird chart of things that were okay for him to eat, even with his problem. It was things like crackers and little pieces of bread. I remember thinking this doctor was a nut, and letting her talk to my dad while I went to the back rooms to rescue Oliver.

When I got past the reception area there was a second reception area. I knew one of the ladies behind the desk, so I started chatting to her. She was about to go on her lunch and asked if I could go in the back for her and grab her a Red Bull. I obliged and went to the back rooms. They must have had about 8 refrigerators and 10 sets of shelves and cupboards. I just started with the first fridge I saw, opening and searching. No Red Bull. Went to the next, and the next, and the next. It was absolutely crazy. They had some really cool stuff though, like these little tablets to dye bread awesome colors, and a whole thing of different candy for different occasions. They also had a mini fridge at the way far end that had a bunch of old toys and a binder of original Pokemon cards. I guess the cooler temperature was supposed to preserve them better or something.

Anyway, I kept searching and couldn't find it. I did find something called RedurBuhl, which had a very similar label, but only the blue and white. I brought it over to the lady I knew who was drinking her Red Bull when I got there. She said I was taking too long so she just got it herself. I showed her what I had found and she said that it was sparkling water. I asked her where her drink was and she said it was on one of the shelves. I then explained that I was looking in all the refrigerators since I thought it would be kept cold. She laughed at me and told me that nobody keeps it cold, it's supposed to be warm.

I went back to put the RedurBuhl back and stopped at one of the candy shelving units. I was thinking about taking what remained of a Hershey's chocolate bar labeled "For cosplay" but then I decided it would be a bad idea, and so I left it.


Then I woke up.

I really wish I knew how my mind worked sometimes.

By the way, this is my cat, Oliver:

He likes to look like he wants to snuggle, but when you actually go to do so, he tends to not like it and want to run away.

My mom bought him toys that he didn't use. Instead he likes things like this paper bag. My mom doesn't buy him toys anymore.

 

That's my dad. Even though Oliver have a urinary tract problem (yes, that part is true) he still loves to beg for food.

This was Oliver sleeping on our kitchen floor. He started to yawn so I took a picture because he just looked funny.

Oliver likes to take over things and claim them as his bed, even though he has one. Things like suitcases, chairs, others' beds. I don't remember what this thing was, but it wasn't meant to be another bed for him.

He loves that window sill. He liked it because birds would nest in our grill (in the background) every Spring. So he would watch them fly in and out, and lie here in between.

I really love this photo. He was just sitting in our living room, cleaning himself, and I was being "artsy" and taking photos really close to him. He looked away and I took this.

This is my boy Oliver, and all of his fat. He's lost some since this photo, and actually has a spiffy new collar (these photos are all at least a year or two old). His gut still remains though, and it swings side to side when he runs. He's not the friendliest kitty, and always looks kind of angry, and has a really high pitched, girly meow for such a big cat, and he doesn't really do much, but I love him to pieces.

Oh, I also noticed recently that he has two spots of fur on his head that aren't grey with white tips, but brown with black tips instead. And they are two curved marks right above his eyes, which make him look like he has angry eyebrows all the time. I think they suit him.