Sorry for the action shot, my model moved. I think he is embarrassed of his hack job haircut and didn't want his photo taken. This is Sammy a week after his dramatic injury and he is healing up so nicely but the poor guy has a lot of fur to grow back. Hubby calls him "chicken leg".
No photo of Sasha kitty's oweee toe that was shaved and cleaned out today at the vet's office since she is too angry at the world right now to come out of hiding.
That's right - 2 injured cats. My home has turned into a feline infirmary.
Last weekend when Sammy kitty was hurt I handled the situation so well. No crying, no pleading to the universe for a good prognosis for him. Yes, I was worried and sad that he was hurt but after the pregnancy disaster of 2007 tears and begging for mercy seem useless. By the time we found Sam in the tree the damage had already been done and no amount of emotional display would change what had already happened. All there was to do was stay calm and take appropriate action.
Mostly, this newly found release of wanting to control situations which are out of my control, is a relief. But it's a little sad and unnerving too.
But when Sasha was found to be holding one back foot in the air and sadly hopping along I suddenly felt so frustrated and exhausted. Like seriously, can't a girl get a break? Can't something unexpected but NICE happen?
Ok, I'm sure there are plenty of nice things that happen that I am too blinded by vet bills to see right now.
Last week at a work meeting I was asked about how my cat was doing so I told everyone of his injury and rescue. At the end of the meeting a colleague announces that she is pregnant. It is so depressing that babies and pregnancies are such a sore subject with me, but at that moment I felt worse than normal because it looks like my life continues to suck. Limpy cats, vet bills, unemployed, grumpy husband...
I'll stop before I start feeling so bad for myself I crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I started a weight loss plan today so I have to exercise for an hour before I can cry in bed ;)
3 comments:
Sorry about your cats. I'm glad you at least don't feel that horrible need to control a situation that can not be controlled. But, what's up with that girl saying she's pregnant at a meeting. Isn't that something you say privately to your boss? Also, doesn't she have any sense to not say it in front of you, especially after you just gave sad news about your cat? Some people!!
When it rains it pours. I hope your cats are doing better. More importantly, I hope you are alright.
Yes, right there with you on the 'give me a break' issue. When my husband broke his arm I just thought 'yeah, why not. What else can happen?'
Hope you are feeling better soon.
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