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This happens three or four times before I finally am annoyed enough to get up and shoo him out of the kitchen. Only... he's nowhere to be seen. "Buddy?" Slam. "Buddy? Where are you?" I mean, my kitchen isn't that big guys. I do a complete tour of my kitchen, calling his name when I hear that slam again.
The idiot has gotten himself locked inside the pantry, he had to have. Nope, no cat.
That means the idiot must have gotten locked inside one of the cabinets. I sigh again and calll his name. Slam. Nope, not by the pots and pans. "Buddy?" Slam. This time, I saw the cabinet door move and discover he's in the cabinets under the sink. I open the door and there he is, sitting between the Windex and the box of Swiffer refills.
Remind me again why we took the child locks off the cabinet doors?
If you’re interested.
So, the doc managed to unblock Alfie last night, but sometime during the night, the little brat got his catheter out and got blocked again. The doc tried several times to unblock him again, and can’t do it. So, in the words of my lovely vet, “I’m going to essentially make him into a girl kitty.”
So, I’m now in the hole $1,500 for this fiasco, but the doc said it wasn’t an issue to work something out. He said usually he asks for half up front, but in this case, he’s only asking for $300 and I can make payments on the rest… for the rest of my life, but whatever. The good news is, I’ve got a little extra money coming on Friday by way of vacation pay, so getting the money won’t be an issue (for once in my damn life).
On the flip side, the jokes about my transsexual cat this afternoon have been rather amusing. I so can’t wait to tell my husband… he’s going to have a cow, and then he’s going to cackle. This poor cat of mine won’t ever live it down.
Thanks for keeping me occupied today and making me think about other things. It’s really helped ease my stress.