My pussy is baaaaaaaaaaack!
A little over a month ago, Ted became sick in what felt like a matter of minutes – as one day he seemed happy, healthy and bitchy as ever but then suddenly lost almost half his body weight, wouldn’t eat and became lethargic (couldn’t even hold his head up to meow profanities at me). Taking him to the vet, I had to leave him in the kitty ICU.
And then the worrying at the mini manse began…
The Griswold twins were plagued with uneasiness over Bear’s absence.
Precious thought she may never again get a bath, since Ted demands he be the one to clean her.
Speaking of worry, I was about thisclose to being shoved in a straight jacket and taken to the nearest loony bin.
I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sit still. But thank god I could still drink.
My nerves frayed more when every single test ran on Mr. Bear turned up with nothing to report and another was conducted with days to wait in between for results. But you folks came out in droves with your good wishes, karma, prayers and support.
With all of that love swirling around for TB, he mustered the strength to pull through a surgery, was granted a diagnosis (that’s treatable!) and after what felt like eons in the pet hospital, I wrapped him up and took him home.
Seeing my typically plump pussy so lean, I did what any mother would do.
I put food in his face every time he turned around (and then tried to wrangle Presh away).
While thwarting off his furry roommates in order to get to his heaping amounts of food I shoved in his face, Tedstar’s presence was missed so much that he couldn’t get one moment to himself.
After shipping everyone else out of the mini manse so Ted could get some r and r, he is now basking in the glow of being an only child again.
The bear is now demanding his fur bros and sister reappear before I kiss him to death.
Yes, I know I’m a crazy cat lady. And I don’t give a fuck.
The bitch is back!