Jan 07 2009
Here, Kitty Kitty
Good grief, I think the Universe knows something about my bank account and is making fun of me. I thought we had money a couple of days ago and today it’s mostly gone. Of course, paying the interest on a couple of pawned bits of jewellery doesn’t help, but - just to take the biscuit - the cat’s ill as well, so I’ve just come back from an expensive trip to the vet.
The place where I take her is a pretty big animal hospital, so I rarely see the same person twice. This time, I recognised the guy in a good way: he knows cats and is really reasonable. He doesn’t treat an animal just to treat it. He’d rather do nothing than inject or medicate unnecessarily. The good news is that the cat’s fine: it’s just another bout of her psychologically-induced cystitis and I’ve been treating it correctly. I have to continue the treatment, which means more sleepless nights as I stay awake to ensure she is reassured. Cue a bit of a theme tune.
Other than this, today’s been pretty calm. My partner’s asleep: it’s Day 3 since she last had a drink and so the withdrawal is starting to kick in. She struggled for four hours this morning with her symptoms and the overwhelming desire to drink a bottle (or several) of wine, then decided that she’d rather take something to make her sleep and go to bed than give in to the alcohol monster. Good for her - I know that was quite a rough decision to take, and I’m proud of her for it.
Now all I have to do is figure out how to earn a couple of thousand dollars in the next three hours and everything will be just dandy! 
