Friday 30 November 2001
Poor kitty
I took Jessie to the Vee Ee Tee yesterday morning, to have her spayed because one of the very last things I need right now is my kitten having kittens. There is also something rather disturbing about a horny six month old kitten. I guess parents of pubescent/adolescent girls feel like this.
I had a terrible day, I really really really missed her. I guess I hadn't realised how attached and accustomed I'd become already, to having a kitty around again; just having her hanging around, sitting on my feet while I tippy-tapped at the laptop, following me up and down the stairs, jumping on my head while I napped, sitting outside the toilet door so I trip over her when I walk out ...
I missed her. And just one short day - well not even that, eight hours.
Sam laughed and laughed at my pathetic-ness which I thought was most unfeeling of him. Men.
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We collected her before dinner (having to wait an hour - an hour! for a cab. It sure would have been quicker and less frustrating, though perhaps not so safe, for me to have walked). We had to wait a while, me pacing the waiting room, browsing the cat toys and admiring the most enormous - and gorgeous - golden retriever I have ever seen in my life. It was pony-sized.
The vet brought her into the consulting room and I could hear her crying for me (Jess, not the vet) before she called us in. Apparently she had been very well behaved, hadn't thrown up or bitten anyone, and was already starting to perk up from her groggy state.
She was very pleased to be home and tottered around checking everything out. We had been told she would be quiet for a couple of days. Ha. She woke us up halfway through the night dashing up and down the stairs, jumping on my head, and attacking the bit of carpet by the shower. She loves that bit of carpet; I mean, she love loves it. Someone explain that to me. Is there something in shampoo or something that turns cats on?
Anyways, good to have my happycat back.
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In other news: my shipping arrives next Wednesday!!!!! Um yeah, only four months after it was supposed to, but wheeeee!!! Also right in time to save me from going completely rabidly insane from the absence of my beloved books, clothes, bedlinen and Le Creuset. Yes yes I know, its only stuff, and how very un-Zen of me, but at least now this house will feel more like home.
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Listening to: |
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Symphony No. 40 |
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Reading: |
Jung Chang, Wild Swans |
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Wondering/saying/thinking: |
Vis a vis Laura's entry; I like the way Sam holds hands too. He isn't a limp hand holder. He squeezes and strokes but not annoyingly. |