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Sergei’s surgery had to be rescheduled to Wednesday night this week due to a conflict I ended up having on Tuesday.

That said, I stuffed my poor, unsuspecting cat into the carrier last night and headed on over to Tri-County Animal Clinic.

I will not forgive myself for doing this for quite some time. I understand that cats need to be spayed or neutered, really, I do – but mishandling during the process is something I don’t understand.

I do understand that as an emergency clinic, things can get a little crazy – but waiting until 5:30a.m. in the morning to put my cat under and perform surgery on him when I am required to pick him up by 8am (the other choice is leave him there with no one to tend to him all day and a $25 charge) is something I cannot understand.

So I called this morning at 7am on my way to go pick him up and asked how he was. Please keep in mind – I have NEVER ever seen my cat angry. Give him a bath in the tub – no problem, he purrs. Accidentally step on his tail? No problem, he meows to remind you he’s there… then purrs. Drop him off at the animal clinic and see him the next morning? He hisses and spits like there is no tomorrow when you go to pick him up.

I was actually scared of him.

So the anesthesia was and is still wearing off of him this morning. He walks crooked and falls down, he’s vomited twice, he’s angry and showing it and to top it all off, when they neuter the male cats they don’t even stitch them up! Just leave it open for it to heal.

I feel like a horrible person this morning.

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Tuesday = Dooms Day

I’ve done it. Serg’s surgery is scheduled for Tuesday evening. He cannot eat or drink from 8am on that day so he doesn’t get horribly sick on the anesthesia.

It’s still a few days away but I’m already fretting about it – and freaking out about being alone in the apartment that night. I’ve come to depend on my little mouser being around! Not to mention, I’ve gotten used to talking to him when I get home from work – now I’ll feel even more the freak since I’ll be talking to myself for a whole evening!

I do know this much – Wednesday the little bugger is going to milk this for all he’s got. So I better be prepared with the treats.

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Of Mice and….Cats

For the majority of the evening, this is the image I saw as I did my spring cleaning of my closet, storage and dresser/desk drawers. Aside from a flick of the tail every now and then, Sergei was on a mission. To catch yet another baby mouse.

And eventually, catch him he did. Unfortunately I do not have pictures to prove this event as the instant I saw him running past me with Baby Mouse dangling from his mouth by the tail (man, that was a horrifying image) I began screaming and called my dad immediately. What an instinct this is. I man, c’mon, Dad is 25+ miles away from me, there’s not a whole lot he can do about this.

So as my cat played toss the mouse, bat the mouse, hide and seek with the mouse, ring around the rosie with the mouse, musical chairs …. well you get the picture, I had to think of a way to handle this situation all on my own. These are the times I think the independence of being single is a fair trade to having the comfort of a guy around to dispose of rodents, bats, bugs and smelly litter.

So my solution was to run next door and see if my neighbor could come help. He was kind enough to agree – but wouldn’t you know it, Sergei greeted us at the door with a big grin (yes, my cat grins – I tried to get a picture of it, but he’s camera shy – go figure), and tongue lolling while he panted from the SHEER EXHAUSTION playing games with a mouse will do to you.

And no mouse was in sight. Great.

My neighbor was kind enough to peek under my bed for me, at which point my cat thought that my neighbors bald head WAS A MOUSE and proceeded to wrap himself around it. Can we say Davey Crockett?

Thoroughly embarrassed, and now holding a squirming cat the size of a miniature tiger, I bid farewell to my kind neighbor, Mr. Crockett and prepared for bed.

On the subject of the size of my cat – he’s now almost 13 pounds, 6 months old, still a cuddle bucket and I tried to take a picture to kind of show perspective on how big he is getting. The other picture here is him next to a box fan.

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16. Couldn’t muster up sufficient disdain if all nine lives depended on it!

15. You’ve repeatedly found him in the closed garage, hunched over the wheel of your running Buick.

14. Sits for hours in fascination while listening to Bob Dole.

13. Teeth and claw marks all over your now-empty bottles of Prozac.

12. No longer licks paws clean, but washes them at the sink again and again and again…

11. Continually scratches on the door to get in… the OVEN door.

10. Doesn’t get Garfield, but laughs like hell at Marmaduke.

9. Rides in your car with its head out the window.

8. She’s a dues-paid, card-carrying member of the Reform Party.

7. You realize one day that the urine stains on the carpet actually form the letters N-E-E-D T-H-E-R-A-P-Y.

6. Has built a shrine to Andrew Lloyd Webber entirely out of empty 9 Lives cans.

5. Spends all day in litterbox separating the green chlorophyll granules from the plain white ones.

4. After years of NPR, Tabby is suddenly a Ditto-Puss.

3. Sullen and overweight, your sunglass-wearing cat shoots the TV with a .45 Magnum when it sees cartoon depictions of stupid or lazy felines.

2. Your stereo is missing, and in the corner you find a pawn ticket and 2 kilos of catnip.

and the Number 1 Sign Your Cat has a Personality Disorder…

1. Makes an attempt on First Cat Sock’s life in a pathetic attempt to impress Jodie Foster

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Vet Day

Update: Sergei is super healthy, complained at me the whole two blocks to the vet’s office and in the last two weeks has gained about 4 lbs.. so he’s weighing in at 11lbs! He’s not fat though! But man, he’s growing like a weed!

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