So my cat, Tony, is pregnant. This, we knew. But I took her to the vets for a check up just in case. First she, the vet, asked me If I wanted to abort the kittens and then proceeded to say: Oh yes, I can feel blobs. -.-
Let's just say I was less than impressed when she attempted to squirt a full syringe of working fluid into her mouth. Why not do it gradually then choke her with it and cover me in the stuff.
I've also discovered that I'm shit at explaining situations.
Vet: So how many cats do you have.
Me: Urm, well we did have five but Big Man-I mean Spirit, he's huge. Well he's gone to live with someone else because he kept getting into fights. So four I guess, Oh but we only see Spooky once in a blue moon and then theirs her two sisters. So three, including Tony.
Vet: *blinks at me* So....did you see the mating.
Me: Can't say I did, think I would have remembered that...and a hose pipe would have come out if I did.
Me: *grinning sheepishly*
We where supposed to take her in a cat carrier...my cat has a lead and harness, she had one up on everything else there.
So that cost me an arm and a leg, plus the kitten food I've bought for her. And the vet has advised me to spay the other two as quick as I can. When? When I have one ounce of time free from university and when my transport isn't busy tending to a four month old baby?
I love my animals, I really do...but I don't appreciate being looked down upon by a woman not that much older than me just because I chose not to spay my animals as soon as I got them. In 3 years, not ONE of them has ever been pregnant. (cept Tony's phantom pregnancy last x-mas.)
And I missed a shift on monday at work and NO ONE rang to tell me, so now I have a "bad apple"... -.- *Just 6 more weeks...just six more weeks...one cannot live on ones student loan alone.*
My boyfriends fathers funeral is tomorow, and may I point out how depressing finding funeral music is. VERY!
I have a final major project I haven't yet started. A type and grid magazine layout to finish which I've pissed about with. OH and I've just remembered my PDF portfolio and presentation of "What I've learnt this year" ... Neither started.
My mood is at zero and my tolerance is even lower at this point in time.
ONE good bit of news is that I finished Catacombs Of Snicket.....yay for wasting 3 weeks of my life for that. Apparently writing Doctor Who Fanfics are a higher priority than my uni work...
Life sorted? I think not.
Going to go wait for this chicken joint to cook and sulk in front of Doctor who.