I had been on a streak of blogging for a while….until yesterday, but I had good reason. One of my dogs became deathly ill (I’ll save the squeamish from any details). There were lots of fluids, she was shaking, falling over, the whole bit. So off we went to the vet. We were there for about 2 hours while she had fluids, tests, x-rays, the works. The doc could find nothing wrong with her…fabulous. We left there with 3 prescriptions, a still barfing dog, a wallet $500 lighter and a kitten.
Now I would hope that you were caught off guard by that last item. Here’s what happened. While we were waiting to be seen a lady came out of one of the rooms with a humongous carrier. We overheard that there were 3 generations of cats in it, so of course we HAD to look. That look, was our downfall. Inside were cats ranging from 2 weeks to 3 years old, all beautiful pure bred siamese (or is it siameses?). Turns out the lady wanted to get rid of the kittens because she was sick of having them in her parents’ house. So she pulled out Rosebud, a 3 month old lilac siamese with bright blue eyes. And we were DONE. The second she snuggled, I got the order to call Dad at work to ask if we could keep it…and it was a go.
She went from Rosebud to Willow Lil Shit. No, she is not Native American, but she is a Lil Shit. About an hour into her being home with us….we lost her. You would be surprised at how a 2 lb cat can squeeze into the darndest places. We called her (even though she had no clue she had a name) and even went on youtube to play videos of cats crying…nothing. An hour later we find her sound asleep behind a bookcase…that lil shit. While she tends to be scared of everything she is slowly settling in to her new home.
By the way, CeeCee is slowly getting back to her old self, no surgery or extreme treatment required. So I am left wondering. If our bill is around $1500…do I finally get a pony?
Sarcasm, Spice and a few things Nice 