So, naturally, I thought I should put on my headlamp.
The thing about headlamps is that they're kind of like giant rubber bands with a rock attached to one side. So if you aren't careful when placing them on your head, the strap can snap and either fly off your head or injure you. As I was pulling on my headlamp to inspect my cat's chin (who types a sentence like that, ever?) this exact snap scenario occurred and the little hard plastic lightbulb-and-battery pack smacked me right in the bridge of the nose.
I now have a small raised bruise on my nose because my headlamp hurt me when I was trying to inspect my cat's chin.
After cursing and rubbing my face, I reattached the headlamp and turned it on so that I could examine my patient. Then, I did what everyone does when they discover anything wrong anywhere in the world. I went on Google. And searched for "cat with scabby chin."
You'll never guess what came up. Feline acne.
Almost every description of my cat's symptoms was concluded with a diagnosis of feline acne. I had no idea cats could get pimples. And he's not even going through puberty...
So now, not only am I a girl who dons a headlamp to inspect her cat's crusty chin—I am a girl whose cat has feline acne.
People, I cannot make this sh*t up.
My sister does have a cat with asthma, so maybe there's some sort of strange karmic curse on our family when it comes to cats. But still...
Mr. W and I were Skyping last night and I asked him what he would have thought if I'd told him this story when we were dating. I'm thinking that engagement ring would have never found its way to my finger.
This is my life. Glamorous citizen of Hollywood. Lord only knows what will happen when we live in Santa Ynez...
Now excuse me while I go swab my cat with peroxide and ice the bridge of my nose.