ahhhhhh……..canada

well warriorwoman is back from the battle field and only slightly scarred.
i have spent the past month in scotland looking up relatives and kilts.
just kidding.
i don’t have any scottish relatives.
did look up a kilt though.
but that’s a whole other story.

it’s so weird to re enter your own country and feel like an outsider.
so weird.
everything was unfamiliar to me and people talked too fast.
cars drove too fast.
and all the street signs and business signs looked like they were written in a foreign language.
i was just a little discombuberated.

i’ve been home now for a week and all is returning to normal.
at least i don’t feel like i just got off the red eye from mars.

and cats???
yippee they’re all fantastic.
all cats are well and eating me out of house and home.
blah.
i’ve taken to referring to fluffy as 1800.
that’s his new nickname – 1800.
cause his vet bills all totaled $1800.
shit.
but i love my cat(s) and would pay it again and again and again.
no regrets.
it was worth it to come home and see his black furry face again.
to have him sleep on my shoulder and dig his claws into my arm – can’t buy that stuff.
oh, no, wait a minute, I DID.

i am very tired though, over the next few days i will write about the squat house i came home to and the bags of shit on the balcony and blah blah blah.

it’s good to be home – mu homies.

update

fluffy looks much better today. the vet had called me at work to say he looked depressed and it was as if he had given up. i went to see him after work and she reported he was looking much better. she figured out that he didn’t want that bandage thing on his leg and he didn’t want to be in the cage. he kept talking to her while she was working on her charts and making phone calls.

when i picked him up he was his old self and trying to escape so he could explore. he really doesn’t like being in a cage and he’s worried that i’ll leave him there and that he’s lost his home. i tried to explain it to him but he wasn’t listening. he understands very little english, words like ‘tuna, mouses and dinner’ he gets but “i’m not leaving you here” doesn’t seem to make it through to him.
oh well.

thank you all for the support, i needed it.

and now, unfortunately, i’m off to the battle field again. fluffy is staying with a friend of mine who will have his hands full, fluffy is currently on 6 meds. !!! (i left him with two bottles of scotch – for the pain of course)

i’ll be back in 5 weeks, talk at you then and thanks again.

relapse

i woke up yesterday morning at 5:20 reached over to pet fluffy’s head and he screamed in pain.

here we go again, round two.

this time there was no waiting. i jumped out of bed, called the emergency vet place and told them we were on our way, threw on something from the laundry basket and ran out the door with him.

at the emergency vet place she said yes he’s blocked and they can start his treatment there and then i had to take him to his vet cause they’re only open after hours. i did not know this. i said go ahead and went to the front desk to pay for fluffy, i’m thinking less than 200.00. wrong.
the bill is 350.00 and has to be paid now. i had that much it’s just that i like to eat too.

me – i don’t have that much money on me
dingbat – well the bill has to be paid now and we are closing at 8:00
me – well what do i do?
dingbat stares blankly at me
me – seriously i don’t have that much money on me and i don’t know what to do right now

the dingbat calmly and almost proudly tells me that if i can’t pay the bill they’ll humanely euthanize him. my turn to stare blankly.

I’M THINKING I WILL EUTHANIZE YOU BITCH AND THERE WON’T BE ANYTHING HUMANE ABOUT IT.

“gimme back my cat NOW!”

i paid for his pain shot and what it cost to enter the building. that’s what i call the vets examination fee.
i put him in a taxi once again and by the time we got to his vets they had just opened at 7:30.
she wasn’t surprised to see me cause they told me when i got him back last saturday that the first time didn’t usually take and he’d probably have a relapse.

what am i gonna do if he keeps having relapses, if he doesn’t really get any better.
i know the answer is obvious, i just don’t want to hear it.

this time round:
14.00 taxi to don’t-take-your-pet-to-this-place emergency vet
57.00 pain shot and honour to walk in the door fee.
28.00 taxi from don’t-take-your-pet-to-this-place emergency vet to his regular vet

and i don’t want to know how much this adds on to his already huge bill at the vets.

i just want my cat back.