Dawn's Digression.

A Tale of Two Kitties

Gosh, I don't know where to start. I'll start with Peanut.

Friday I got myself all kinds of worked up because of Peanut. I knew I couldn't keep her, but the shelters won't take her, and nobody wants a potentially sick kitty. I thought I'd have to have her put to sleep. SO~ In true Dawn fashion, I got a little...um...insane, shall I say? Yeah. That's the word. Insane. Seriously. I blew a gasket and cried in my cubicle for like an hour. I think it was really just the stress of the last month or so of my life. You know how I can get all dramatic when the mood strikes. Really, I think I've been quite UNdramatic for the last couple of months....but finally, the dam just broke.
Anyway, I called Rachel crying asking her to please try and help me find a home for our daughter, and she said, "Oh, don't cry. We'll take her. Stop crying. Peanut can stay with us." Of course, then there were more tears because I was just loving Rachel so much for always being the one person I can count on. And I'm just really not going to get in to that today. We've pretty much established her wonderfulness, I think.

We put LeChat to sleep on Monday. It was horrible. Awful. I want to tell you about it, but I will do it in Cliff Notes version to curb the stream of tears that will no doubt follow.
We finally decided on a time. I went over there and went into the backyard, where he was sitting in a sunny patch of grass. He was being really cute. When I walked towards him, he cried at me. He was saying hello. (my sweet boy). I crouched down to pet him, and my baby was nothing but a bag of bones. He once had round eyes, now they were almond-shaped slits. His meow was shallow. When I picked him up to go, it must have hurt because he cried.
(Okay. This part sucks.)
We took him to the vet, and they put the little kitty tourniquet on his arm to give him the shot. He squiggled a bunch while one lady held him and the other tried to give him a shot. The lady holding him down somehow ripped my kitties skin. She ripped the skin in between his ears off his head. Rachel and I are trying really hard not to freak. The cat is beyond pissed. And hurt. They give him a tranquilizer. 15 minutes later he is still moving, wagging his tail, and occasionally bitching. It was very sad. Rachel wasn't thinking and made the little clicky noises at him we used to call him with. He actually tried to get up and go to her. Of course, then we cried more. They came back and tried to find a vein in his little arm. They couldn't. Rachel suggested the other arm. They gave it to him there. He was still okay. He was trying to move and crying. We waited like 10 minutes (it should have taken 60 seconds). The vet gave him another shot. And our baby quit breathing.
I really want to write all that better, but I can't afford to get all worked up right at this particular second.


Due to my intense insanity, I've been a complete bitch to The Commissioner. The poor dear can't do anything right. Everything she does annoys the piss out of me. And I am SO sensitive. I have to try so hard not to yell at her. I'm not saying she has been an angel. HA! But good grief, I have been a nightmare. My tolerance for others is negative at this point. I got a baaaaaaaaaad attitude.

I'm still depressed. I thought I had shaken it yesterday morning, and I AM certainly better, but not anything like I should be. Shouldn't moving in with someone be sunshine and puppy-dog tails? It was for me the last time I moved in with someone. I think things are just really hard right now. And I can't wait for a vacation! That's for sure! Eleven days until vacation!

Thank the powers that be.

LeChat