Cats: An Off Broadway Drama
First off, thanks to everyone who left me congratulatory cat messages yesterday. We have yet to pick her up since the MSPCA is conveniently closed on Mondays. Also, I got a snotty message yesterday from some woman that works there. When we saw Tuki* (the beautiful dragon cat) on Saturday, she had a bit of a bald patch on her belly. The person we talked to thought it was allergies, and told us she was taking some kind of supplement for them, but that the vet would check her out on Monday- as in, yesterday.
According to said snotty message, the visiting vet is "only available for emergencies" on Mondays, and she didn't know who could've possibly told me that the vet would be looking at Tuki, but if we wanted her looked at we'd have to schedule a special vet exam.
You know I'm irritated when my brow furrows and I'm frowning while listening to a stupid voice message.
Regardless, Chris and I want to go see her and make sure she's doing okay before we take her home. Of course, C never leaves work before 7:30 p.m., and the MSPCA is only open until 4. Way to get your animals adopted, MSPCA- close before people even get out of work.
So that is the Tuki drama, up-to-date and current. I just hope she's not miserable being crammed in with all those other animals and being subjected to all those uncouth degenerates trying to pick her up and mussing up her lovely fur.
*I kind of love the name Tuki, but I also want to just call her Fizzgig because that's how I think of her. Chris has started calling her Kathleen Turner because of all her long flowing "hair", which makes me laugh until I pee every damn time I imagine Tuki starring in Romancing the Stone.
edit: We just got home from the MSPCA and Chris and I are both itchy, sneezy messes. This happened last time we went, too, but we ignored it for the sake of our mutual cat love. I don't think, however, that we could successfully ignore allergic reactions every day for the rest of Tuki's (or our) lives. What does this mean? I suppose it means no Fizzgig, no Kathleen Turner to sweep us off our feet with bad romance novels.
This is a sad day, my friends. I really loved that cat.
posted by shelleycoughlin at 5:03 AM
7 Comments:
My cat, Micki, licks all the fur off her tummy. We've been told she's got no allergies, so it's likely that she's OCD. Since I can certify that she's a bit crazy, that could be the cause. Your kitty may stop licking when she can run free.
10:20 AM
best of luck with the new kitty. I'm sure a loving stable home will do her good.
5:10 PM
That makes me sad. Isn't there some sort of high-powered allergy medicine you both can take? Then again, I remember how miserable my brother was for the few weeks I foolishly took in someone's cat years ago. F-ing allergies.
I'm sorry. At the very least, maybe this will cheer you up?
7:07 PM
I know. I'm so sad about it. She could be here right now, enjoying an ear-scratch. And since when am I allergic to animals? I grew up with three cats and two rabbits and a dog!
7:52 PM
Aw. So sorry your cat dreams were thwarted. Stupid allergies.
Also, Fizzgig is an awesome name, except when I first saw it, my eyes read it as "Fizziwig," which I think is even better. :-)
9:12 PM
I am so sorry, my bubs and I had a similar situation with a dog "Cody" that we fell in love with at the shelter...everyday we would go and play, every day we would be a mess...we found a place to live that would take big dogs....then we came to our sad, sad, senses.
xoxoxoxoxo
7:55 AM
Stef- Fizziwig would indeed be an awesome name, but I think it would have to be a dog name. I think a cat might just glare at me if I called it Fizziwig.
Jenn- I know, she was meowing in the window, staring down at Chris as we left. I think she misses us.
8:23 AM
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