Whenever a child of mine falls ill, I end up allowing them to eat junk food, and with that said – most of the wicked, wicked comfort food makes it into MY mouth before it hits their sick tray. Why if I know I’m doing this, don’t I stop?! Let me open up a box of Wheat Thins and ponder that…
When I have little control over a situation is when I seem to be at my worst. The fat old “Carb Fairy” swirls around my cart at the grocery throwing in temptations when I’m not focused. Cookies, Doritos, Fudge bars, Macaroni and Cheese. Junk that rarely makes an appearance in our house. I’m buying that food to make them feel better, but it’s never healthy for them or me.
But I’m here to tell you, that evil nymph broke into to my house again with a vat of Cookie Dough ice cream last week and that sucker lasted less than 24 hours. Clarification: I did not inhale the entire gallon alone.
For those of you who might be new to my blog, (Hiya! Glad you’re here.) at the beginning of July 2013 our family purchased two darling kittens from a shelter. My daughters, Munchkin #1 and #2, fell instantly in love but became attached to the one we named Jazzy. This cat appeared to be more jazzed up the first day when we were naming them, plus her white paws looked liked jazz hands. Can you say nerdo theatre gal?
The next morning, without any warning, Jazzy decided to perform a double back off the one-story landing onto the bottom stairs of the staircase. Since I was in the next room, I sprinted after hearing a thud of that seismic strength. There was the 2 month-old kitty weaving into the family room and shaking her head as if a linebacker had just rung her bell.
Unfortunately, Jazzy never was the same, her health declined severely, and she had to leave our home. My daughters were furious and blamed me for the cats head injury (they are 6 and 7) and said they would never forgive me.
My children are overly dramatic, so I figured – give it a couple weeks and they would warm up to the other cat and we could move forward.
One month later…
What the heck is that? Sounded just like when Jazzy…
Oh, yes. All three of the veterinarians we visited said it is unheard of for a cat to fall off a one-story landing onto the stairs below.
SO WHY DID THE SECOND CAT JUST DO IT TOO!?
Meet Cali. I wrote about her a few weeks ago. If you missed it, go ahead and check out her weirdness. I’ll wait…
A beautiful calico cat who is quirky and on a daily basis likes to mimic breastfeeding on a humans t-shirt. She is odd, but who are we to judge? We aren’t exactly related to “The Beave” or the Bradys.
But now we have had TWO kittens doing something which is unheard of in feline veterinary medicine; so I’m thinking if the shelter gets word of this, they are going to assign me a case worker and write me up for an alleged boot to the puss.
Fast forward to when the urge to start over-eating occurred.
“Mrs. Hatton? From Cali’s x-rays, it appears she has fractured her hip,” apologized the Vet over the phone.
Grabbing a spoon and heading to the freezer, “She broke her hip? She’s just a kitten not an old lady,” I laughed. I tend to make really lame jokes when I am given bad medical news.
The Vet continued, “It looks as if surgery is the only way to save this joint since it’s a clean break at the head of the bone.”
My head started whirling, my gut began churning and I was craving chocolate awful fierce. If we didn’t save this kitten, life was going to be hell on earth. Or worse…my husband and I might have to sleep with one eye open. The munchkins would lose it!
I know! I hear you through the screen. Stacey, who’s the parent in this scenario? We are, but sometimes humans (even little ones) can be pushed over the brink and go on crazy parental killing sprees because too many of their beloved kitties were sent off to the “farm.”
We weren’t willing to sacrifice our lives for a silly pet.
Plus, I kind of liked Cali. While the munchkins had been at school, Cali would climb up on my desk and sit right near my computer, soaking up the warmth and keeping me company.
I called her my writing “mews.”
After discussing the surgery in great depth, and deciding the odds of one munchkin getting a college scholarship was a possibility which we were willing to risk; I called back the Vet and said we would pay the ridiculously high amount of…
WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST FOR THE PURPOSE OF DISTRACTION:
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry,
When I take you out in the surry.
When I take you out in the surry
With the fringe on top.
Where was I? Oh, yes…the Middle East and how in Veterinary school they learn to manipulate camels. Isn’t that interesting? They often get injured due to their awkward gate across the unsteady terrain.**
So we got Cali’s hip fixed, and she is hobbling along much better two days later. The Vet said we were to keep her from jumping up on anything for 3 weeks. I’m sure that will be easy. NOT! But after all the dough we spent on this kitten, we HAVE to keep her protected.
Anybody checked Craigslist to see if a “Huge hamster ball” is for sale?
**No facts have been checked on camel injuries. Could be totally wrong on this. Check it yourself if you’re interested, and let me know what you find out! Love to hear from you on Facebook or in the comments. I prefer chatty readers.