WebKittyn Warbles
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Bad Juju
Ugh. Ok Fates, please stop messing with me.
As if October wasn't a crappy enough month of let down and disillusionment, November is starting out the same. I won't even get into what I think about people and their tendencies to dump their shit on other people's heads, right now I'm pretty much very anti-people and being let down and made to feel guilty because I occasionally ask for something that really is not a big deal.
Screw people, I'm concerned with cats right now.
Anyone who knows me at all know what a nut I am about my cats. I was a dog owner all my life, Claude is my first cat. He was given to me during a very dark time in my life and for nine years he's been my purring fuzzy round-headed source of love and comfort when I need it.
Claude's not a healthy cat. He's a cancer survivor, he's had thyroid problems, he wheezes and has allergies, he had high PH and was put on special prescription food and he's starting to have arthritis in his back legs. He's not decrepit or anything, he runs and plays and chases the kitten but all these things loom in the background.
They both went to the vet this morning for a checkup and as I call it "winterising the cats." Dale (for one time not referred to as Gotard) just called, never a good sign when his cel shows up while at the vet.
They want to take blood. Claude has lost 7 and a half ounces since September. That's a lot. He's a 9-10 pound cat to begin with, that's why too much weight loss for 2 months. The vet thinks it's his thyroid again, we'll find out when the blood results come in.
Immediately my head goes to bad places. I think cancer, I think all the terrible thoughts even though I try to fight them. And the tears come.
I'm not ready to lose this cat, I cannot lose this cat. Yes, I know I'm probably over-worrying it but I can't help it.
And the people I call(ed) friend piss and moan like it's the end of the world over computers. Next time you need a friend, go talk to your computers.
Yah, my head is not in a pretty place right now.
Screw it.
As if October wasn't a crappy enough month of let down and disillusionment, November is starting out the same. I won't even get into what I think about people and their tendencies to dump their shit on other people's heads, right now I'm pretty much very anti-people and being let down and made to feel guilty because I occasionally ask for something that really is not a big deal.
Screw people, I'm concerned with cats right now.
Anyone who knows me at all know what a nut I am about my cats. I was a dog owner all my life, Claude is my first cat. He was given to me during a very dark time in my life and for nine years he's been my purring fuzzy round-headed source of love and comfort when I need it.
Claude's not a healthy cat. He's a cancer survivor, he's had thyroid problems, he wheezes and has allergies, he had high PH and was put on special prescription food and he's starting to have arthritis in his back legs. He's not decrepit or anything, he runs and plays and chases the kitten but all these things loom in the background.
They both went to the vet this morning for a checkup and as I call it "winterising the cats." Dale (for one time not referred to as Gotard) just called, never a good sign when his cel shows up while at the vet.
They want to take blood. Claude has lost 7 and a half ounces since September. That's a lot. He's a 9-10 pound cat to begin with, that's why too much weight loss for 2 months. The vet thinks it's his thyroid again, we'll find out when the blood results come in.
Immediately my head goes to bad places. I think cancer, I think all the terrible thoughts even though I try to fight them. And the tears come.
I'm not ready to lose this cat, I cannot lose this cat. Yes, I know I'm probably over-worrying it but I can't help it.
And the people I call(ed) friend piss and moan like it's the end of the world over computers. Next time you need a friend, go talk to your computers.
Yah, my head is not in a pretty place right now.
Screw it.
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