Cat Mess

Oh my goodness.

Friday night we had to keep the kitty inside and make sure that she didn't eat or drink after 10 pm. Usually we let her out in the early morning to have fun with her friends. She was up at 7 and literally climbing the walls. We have a "gate" that runs with our sliding doors in the living room, and she literally climbed it to the ceiling. All she wanted was to go outside. I felt terrible.

Finally it was time to take her to the vet. Matt took her in (I stayed home to get our air cons cleaned), and it turns out that not only were they going to perform a hysterectomy, but they were also going to give her an abortion.

Our little 8 month old kitty was preggers as a little whore. She had three fetuses.

Well - skip forward to the afternoon when we went to pick her up. She was totally drugged and acting weird as hell, but they also returned her to us with a lampshade on her neck. I think those things are just abusive. She didn't even know what to do with herself - she just wanted to get away from it, but it was attached. It made for a very sad looking cat.

We took her over to our friend, Lisa's house, since we were playing Settlers and Risk with her and some other friends all afternoon/night, and Lisa lives right by the vet. Our little kitty freaked out that she wasn't at home or anywhere familiar (afterthought - we DEFINITELY should have just brought her home and stayed with her all night). She went back into the farthest corner of Lisa's house.

Well - at the same time, Lisa's cat, who is super shy, had been out on the balcony, and must have seen/heard/smelled our cat, and SHE flipped out. This was a bit delayed, however, because we didn't know where she was or where she went. We actually looked for her every half hour or so for about three or four hours. Finally, Lisa heard her cat meowing, but it was from way above her balcony, and she couldn't see her. When she went down to ground level, she could actually see the cat - and she was hiding behind the air con on the balcony of the apartment ABOVE hers.

I went up to that apartment and knocked on the door. A nice European (we disagree whether he was French or German) came to the door. I told him that my friend's cat was on his balcony, and he profusely apologized for not opening the door the whole way since he was only in his underwear (boxers at least - not too European...). Well, this didn't bother Lisa. She came running up the stairs, and RAN past the guy and INTO his apartment! He didn't even seem that affected and kept apologizing to me that he was in his underwear. Lisa came out and said "I'm going to have to move your washing machine..." That's when I told him he could leave me and go attend to his house which had a woman he had never met in it.

Finally, they got the cat, and all was fine. It was hilarious.

When our little kitty got home, she was really fine. She ate, drank, peed in her new litter box, and she sort of slept through the night.

This morning was a different story. She just wants to go outside SO badly, and we can't let her out, since someone will for sure take off her lampshade...Matt called the vet, and they said that there are some cat t shirts that she can wear instead, so hopefully she'll be happier.

Oy ya yoy.