Tough day.

Last night before I went to bed I put away the food and water so Foster would be ready to go for surgery this morning. When I woke up around 6:30, both cats were mad in unison. When I got of bed, they ran to their empty bowls. When I did the dishes, they ran to their empty bowls. They were hoping and praying for breakfast.

I caged up Foster and left a very grateful Cupcake with food.

Foster cried all the way to the Humane Society. Cried and cried and cried. And then right as we got off the 59th St. bridge, he stopped crying and got angry. He clawed at the bars and something went wrong--the latch snapped and his little mad hungry head popped out of the carrier. I stuffed him down, fumbled to pay the driver, and somehow managed to lock him back in.

At the Humane Society 6 people were ahead of us on line--and we were early. As the morning wore on, the number of waiting pets swelled close to 20. After an hour or so Foster was called. We went back to the vet's office. The assistant weighed him (almost 10 lbs of cuteness), and then the doctor listened to his heart. He made a face. He called over another vet. "Do you hear what I hear?" he asked? She did, I guess, because one more vet popped on by and took a listen.

Vet #1 told me that they couldn't neuter Foster because his heartbeat was wrong. It doesn't look like stress, he said, because he's otherwise content. Huh. I wondered what it all meant? The vet recommended I make an appointment with a cat cardiologist and have my little pumpkin's heart checked. His heartbeat is off, and a minor procedure like neutering would be dangerous until they determined the cause of the abnormality.

OK. I checked out of the clinic and hopped into a cab (not before Foster made one more escape attempt--don't worry, I chucked the cage in the trash the minute I got him home). I called my mom at work, but she was out. Then I got Jaimie on her work number and I started to bawl.

Now, I know it's going to be OK. I know. It's just that I love this little cat. Since the day I brought him home, he's followed me around like a puppy. Cupcake is an independent thing, but Foster has a paw on me at all times. And it's nice to be needed (and kneaded), even by a cat.

Comments

[JJ]

I'm so sorry all this happened today. It will all be OK, we're all here for ya and whatever you need!