My kitty is convinced that she must be having the worst day of anyone out there, despite my telling her that “it could be worse”!
Sunday, she was happily napping in her chair by the window when a dog came to visit. And despite her positive thinking, the dog keeps coming back every time he leaves. He is an annoying puppy who wants to “play, please, please, please”? Nothing doing for Gazoo.
Gazoo has made a space for herself in the master bedroom. Today, I moved some food, water and litter into my bathroom so she could be more comfortable and have her own little oasis. She relaxes on the bed and helps me work in those rare moments that I’m not on puppy duty. Life was starting to look up. But, then, it all went downhill again.
Her mommy (that’s me) put a LEASH on her (oh the indignity) and carried her to the car. After dropping big sis Chloe off at the gym, we arrived at the vet. The vet! And there were dogs, dogs!, in the parking lot. And in the waiting room. And then, then, Gazoo had to go in the back and have her bladder squeezed. Seriously, how much more does a kitty have to go through in a single day??
