So yesterday went pretty good, and the whole time I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It didn't yesterday.
It did this morning.
I was woken up by my mother at around quarter to ten, and she told me that we had to take Victoria (our cat) to the vet, that she was panting and probably hurt.
I went down to see her in the basement, and she looked like hell. When I tried to pick her up to move her, she jerked around and clawed my face. I have cuts on my nose and lip from where she got me. It looks almost like I got too involved in a water company scandal. (Pics of this soon, probably.)
Anyways, we get her in the carrier and we take her down he road to the vet. The last time I was there was a year and a half ago, when we had to put our dog Daisy to sleep, so I don't have any really pleasant memories of the place. I'm nervous as hell at this point, and as we get out of the car the cat starts to spaz out like she's having a seizure or something. She's frightened like I've never seen her be, which freaks me out even more.
We get inside, and they take her to go check her out while my mother and I wait in a room- fortunately not the one we waited in when we brought Daisy there.
After fucking millenia, the lab tech comes in and tells us that Victoria's in the back room and the doctor will examine her soon. Another lifetime passes, and the doctor comes in to talk to us- to see if she had the right cat on her sheet. Then she goes out and checks on Vicki, does all the tests and all that.
They say that it seems like she had a stroke of some sort, but she doesn't quite fit that. There's not too much else that it could be, though, and they kept her there to run some more tests on her.
I did get to go and see her, though, before we left. And when I went in to look at her, she seemed okay, although still a bit spooked and all. But when she saw me, she gave a soft meow- and began to purr.
Afterwards, I call into work and I tell them that I'm going to be an hour late, which is okay, since they were able to cover it. However, since they've had like two other people call out, they need me to stay for at least an hour after I was scheduled. So basically I'm working a full shift, just pushed back an hour.
I just hope that things brighten up before tonight, y'know?
Oh, and here's some pictures of the cat.
Taken in mid-July.
Taken last autumn.
It did this morning.
I was woken up by my mother at around quarter to ten, and she told me that we had to take Victoria (our cat) to the vet, that she was panting and probably hurt.
I went down to see her in the basement, and she looked like hell. When I tried to pick her up to move her, she jerked around and clawed my face. I have cuts on my nose and lip from where she got me. It looks almost like I got too involved in a water company scandal. (Pics of this soon, probably.)
Anyways, we get her in the carrier and we take her down he road to the vet. The last time I was there was a year and a half ago, when we had to put our dog Daisy to sleep, so I don't have any really pleasant memories of the place. I'm nervous as hell at this point, and as we get out of the car the cat starts to spaz out like she's having a seizure or something. She's frightened like I've never seen her be, which freaks me out even more.
We get inside, and they take her to go check her out while my mother and I wait in a room- fortunately not the one we waited in when we brought Daisy there.
After fucking millenia, the lab tech comes in and tells us that Victoria's in the back room and the doctor will examine her soon. Another lifetime passes, and the doctor comes in to talk to us- to see if she had the right cat on her sheet. Then she goes out and checks on Vicki, does all the tests and all that.
They say that it seems like she had a stroke of some sort, but she doesn't quite fit that. There's not too much else that it could be, though, and they kept her there to run some more tests on her.
I did get to go and see her, though, before we left. And when I went in to look at her, she seemed okay, although still a bit spooked and all. But when she saw me, she gave a soft meow- and began to purr.
Afterwards, I call into work and I tell them that I'm going to be an hour late, which is okay, since they were able to cover it. However, since they've had like two other people call out, they need me to stay for at least an hour after I was scheduled. So basically I'm working a full shift, just pushed back an hour.
I just hope that things brighten up before tonight, y'know?
Oh, and here's some pictures of the cat.
Taken in mid-July.
Taken last autumn.
