Need a weekend to recover from my weekend I think…
Friday night was lovely; the husband and I had a date with Aiden and Hely in their back yard with friends Ann and Jason too. It was LOVELY. Felt comfortable and happy chatting about everything and eating all the good snacks and drinking the good drinks. (I got a little drunk, actually, heh. It was so tasty!)
Saturday, however, life was gloomy. Our cat Amy had been hiding under the chair again. It had been two days since she used the litter box and my husband was a wreak. We did get some errands run and generally were productive. Right at the end of the day, around 7 pm? maybe? We went for a walk, as we often do. This time, however, as we turned the corner of our block I spotted something on the sidewalk ahead. I stopped, stopped the husband… and the little orange kitten got up and trotted toward us.
We asked the neighbors in the area, they said they didn’t know whose cat it was. He was a bit filthy and absolutely skin and bones… but very affectionate. Clearly not feral. We went back home; I carried him a little bit, but he squirmed out of my grasp and chose instead to trot along with us in a most adorable manner.
Problem: It was Saturday night and now we had two cats who should be seen by a vet!
Sunday morning I called around to the very few vet clinics open on Sunday in our area, no one had an opening. *sigh* Amy still did not poo. Husband became an inconsolable pile of weeping man. It was rough. Also, husband insisted we did not bring the kitten in to the house as he might have fleas or worms or who knows what. So the angst of leaving the little kitten in our garage. We did set up a bed, litterbox and scratching post. (He used both!) but still… he’s a kitten and needs attention and affection.
Sunday evening we had the niece-in-law’s birthday. We chose not to attend the dinner at a restaurant or big party with a jillion people because of the Pandemic, but we did go over their house for cake and exchanging gifts.
I had trouble getting to sleep that night. If I didn’t have student orientation Monday, I would’ve called off work to deal with stuff (because the husband was quite beside himself about it all). Then, as I lay there awake at midnight I realized; my morning was fairly light, two meetings I could attend by zoom if necessary. I got up, emailed work that I would be in late on Monday.
Monday morning I called our vet and got Amy an appointment for 2pm today, and little orange kitten an appointment at 11 am. I did my 9 am meeting via zoom, then hopped in the car and made it to the office for the 10 am zoom meeting. *whew!*
Survived the afternoon orientation session too… think I may have knocked it out of the park, actually. Dunno. We’ll see.
Amy pooped Monday morning *whew!* and proceeded to be a normal, happy cat the rest of the day. *whew!*
Husband still is adamant that we don’t keep the kitten. That we find him a home. I want to keep the kitten. Marital strife ensues.
Hubby is with the kitten at the vet even now. Hope he checks out healthy! Poor little guy!