I was about to give up. I’ve committed to working out at the crack of asshole tomorrow. BTW that’s 6:30 a.m. to those in E.S.T. and beyond. So, I go out front one last time and give my best
yeah. Like that EVER works.
Lock the front door, look at the kittens and Mama in the back and I see this ginormous paw come thwacking down in the air and VOILA!
que Stormy “the bird” Soprano.
The kids are pissed cuz they’re outside.
Stormy is enormously happy that he’s in and they’re out.
I won’t have to cancel the second surgery with this vet who’s never met us. (recommended highly by a dear friend. No worries.)
All this after I’ve given 9 bucks to a site called justanswer.com where, for a nominal fee, experts will answer your question RIGHT NOW!!! And yeah, she (the vet who answered) pretty much said, no go. He’ll vomit and die. Flop.
I’ve put away the food and water. I’m bringing in the litter box. To beddy bie I go.
Mother of the year? prolly not. Mother of the week? I’m definitely in the running.