Before Breakfast

[smokingboot]

White mad cat has been scrabbling at her face, losing fur, whiskers falling out. Could be dental but they have to check and she's not up for anyone meddling with her teeth. So she's having it all done today, which meant no meals after 9.30 last night which meant a chanting coven of cats at 6 this morning circling my bed invoking the rise of foodbringer with major incantations. Because I cannot separate them, none can be fed til puss is in the cat carrier. Time comes when I close all the doors, go out to the garage, bring in the cat carrier, they all know what it is, cue chase through the house, three of them pursued by hopalong human. I catch white mad, she protests, I stick her in the cat carrier, she howls without end. I try to feed the others but they, deeply displeased with how the morning is proceeding, decide they don't want breakfast and go sulk in the garden. Meanwhile the taxi's on its way, I grab my mac, only to find that in an extraordinary act of pointlessness, some cat (probably white mad) has peed on it. Time for change of clothing, mopping floor, hooting taxi outside, get her to the vets, I lift her out of the cat carrier, she's peed in it. This is certainly a day with a theme.

Both covered in eau de unimpressed cat, the vet and I discuss what happens next. Tooth examination, dental work, OK. That'll be around £500. If there seems to be nothing wrong there, a little scrape of skin to check that it's not ringworm or anything like that. But no, we are not having the full biopsy to check if it's cancer until there's no other option, because skin cancer in cats is incurable, so damm. Let's at least stagger my descent into penury for the sake of funding some veterinarian holiday in the Bahamas.

They're nice kind people, but I guess a part of me still hasn't forgiven them for Surya.

Now I'm clean, my house is clean, my clothes are replaced and in the wash, and my cat, I hope is all right.

I'm going to have some breakfast now.

Comments

[mallorys_camera]

Cats!

My children corralled me a few years back to announce that if I ever had more than two cats at a time, they would have me officially declared a Crazy Cat Lady and begin searching for a suitable home for the demented. (I'm fairly sure that last was just a joke, but of course, one never knows.)

I think mornings like the one you just described were behind their proclamation..

[smokingboot]

Though the hairballs be many yet we remain unconquered, for ours is a sorority of pride, love, and remarkable turns of speed over short distances.

[mallorys_camera]

Brilliant!!!!!!! 😀