I guess my coffee smells like cat poop to meeka. (haha) Anytime she’s around it she tries to bury it. She’s already knocked it over a couple of times. Now I have to make sure I don’t leave it in certain places.
I should have posted this on Caturday, but I feel like posting it now.
Well, I had to get up at 7 am to drive my Fig over to the vet by 8 today. Needs to get his teeth done.
They have to do blood work to make sure the anesthesia will be okay for him, then put him to sleep for the cleaning, do the cleaning and I come pick him up. Hopefully by 4 I’ll be getting him back.
I just can’t help but feel bad though. Couldn’t be fed after midnight, and this morning he was acting all nice-nice with me, purring etc; vainly attempting to get food. After I brought the kitty-carrier inside, I swear I thought I saw a brick drop out his rear end. He instantly bolted behind a counter, still meowing for food and now panicking.
Getting him in the carrier is a chore, have to push him into it and force the door shut before he turns around. Then the meowing starts and continues for the whole time.
I just can’t help but feel bad. He’s going to be there for 8 hours, alone in a little cage for the times he is awake. I could hear him whaling and crying all the way down to the basement at the place.
People without pets really don’t know what it is like to go even a day without your pet in the home. You can easily tell the absence of them. Nothing feels right, they aren’t there following you, or in a certain place at a certain time.
I just can’t wait to get him back this afternoon, it’s so sad to have to do this.
And I also took some vids of her and put them together to make one. The little nut. *L* She was in such a weird mood, being all playful and cocky. She was running around with a bag of the dog’s treats near the end. I love it when she runs around with things in her mouth. It just looks too funny.
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