- Mood:
Neutral - Listening to: the incredibles
- Reading: nothing
- Watching: the incredibles
- Playing: nothing
- Eating: mac and cheese
- Drinking: crystal light wild strawberry
ok, so i haven't made any new posts in awhile, so i figured i might as well clue people in.
well, i moved into a new place in april and it is working out pretty well. cept for not having any damn fans or and air conditioner, but oh well. alls good on that front.
now onto the hell that has been the last week.
my princess kitty got pregnant a few months ago, but i have been so damn busy i couldn't really tell when it happened. last tuesday night she went into labor. ok, yay, new little kitties to love. or not... by wednesday she hadn't actually given birth yet, so i called my vet. who, of course, had to be so damn busy they didn't have any room. well, they managed to make some room for me and i took her in. at this point she had been in labor from 10pm to 4pm. they decided that she needed an emergency c-section and to spay her as well. turns out her body is just too small to handle birthing. well, they come out of the back room around 6 and tell me that none of the kittens survived. bummer. well, i would have loved to have them, but i didn't really get to get attached to them, so it didn't hurt as bad as it could have. and then they tell me that have to keep my princess over-night. i really didn't like that idea, but i had to leave her.
as i left the vet to take the little tiny bodies to my fathers house to burry them next to their grandpa, my car decides it hates me. fuckin joy. i call my dad to rescue me abot two miles from his house. 20 minutes later he finally shows up in his truck that decided to die along the way to get me. does this bad luck have no end? so he tows me to his house, and begins to look at my car as i start to dig the grave. so, i think i must mention that it has been friggin hotter than hell up here and i am near wanting to die just from being sweaty and icky and all around nasty feeling.
but, it does get better. today i went on a 4 hour drive to pick up my newest babies. one of my roomates found an add on craigslist for two free kittens to a good home. well, of course i had to see them on the day i started my period (oh yeah, forgot to mention that one too). and i fall madly in love with them. the add was posted at 3pm and i called at almost 10pm and, apparently my luck decided to change and they were still available. so, i made plans to go get them today and i did. they are so damn adorible. on the way home my car gets pissed off again, and i sit there praying to every god i know to let me get home. since my dad went camping yesterday and i can't call him to rescue me. thankfully the car at least gets to my dads house where i am housesitting until he gets back tomorrow.
anyway, back to the kitties. my thoughts are these (watching too much pushing dasies): not only did my roomates bunny pass away the same day my cat went into labor and the whole catastrophe started, but i am really afraid of how princess will handle not having her babies. so, maybe if i do it right, she will feel like she has her babies, and the rest of the household has a coping device. and sadly, now that i have these adorible bundles, i am afraid it was a mistake. was it?