Pardon me, this is really going to be a self-pity thread. It doesn’t belong in the Pit because it’s rather mundane, but I’m feeling sorry for myself. I just left my babies at the kennel for a week and I’m feeling a bit sad. So, if anyone else is in need of some self-pity, feel free to check in.
We’re in the throes of the Wedding From Hell here…my brother is getting married in a gargantuan affair on Saturday and since my parents have pretty much helped with ALL of the planning and paid for much of it, most of the activity is taking place here. I have my two cats - Emmy, who is a chicken and typically stays in my room, and Oscar, who is extremely curious and wants to be in the middle of everything. So, since we’re going to have people in and out of the house all week and tons of people staying here, we decided that they should probably go in a kennel for the week because Oscar likes to escape and Emmy needs to keep her mental health intact. So, I went and looked at the kennel a couple of months ago, it was fine, and I made the appointment.
I took them tonight:(. Emmy was extremely unhappy to go in the carrier and poor Oscar got sick in the car. And when my dad and I got there, the guy in charge (not the same girl I talked to on my visit) ignored me and kept asking my dad the questions, even though I was the one attempting to give him instructions and I was the one paying for it. So I’m not too thrilled with him but I think they’ll be okay - I’ll go by to check on them and say hello every other day or so. Emmy is a big mama’s girl, so it’ll take her a day or so, and I’ll have to get used to her not sleeping on my pillow with me at night for the next week. Oscar won’t be jumping into bed with me at 3 AM to give my face a bath and then curl up to sleep next to me. These two are my babies…they’ve never been in a kennel before, and I know they’ll be fine, I’d just rather have them home with me. Add the fact that my future sister-in-law made a very snipy and rude comment to me earlier when I’d only asked her a question about whether or not she’d spoken with her brother, who’s my accompanist since I’m singing at the wedding(and when I just gave her a bridal shower last night and I’ve been helping wherever necessary, even though I was NOT asked to be a bridesmaid - and I’ve been trying to keep the stress off of her, so it’d be nice if I could be treated like a human being), and the fact that my older cat, who’s fifteen, just lost control of her bowels downstairs, so I have a feeling we’ll be going to the vet in a week in order to ‘discuss’ our options, and I’m just feeling crappy tonight. I kind of want to go to bed and wake up when I’m feeling more cheerful. Or maybe I’ll just go read happy threads.
Ava
