Never say never. Koko's eye is seeping again, ever so slightly, and she seems to want to either rub it against things or have me rub it when I am petting her. Money is tight so I will have to rob the savings - again - and make an appointment to take her to another vet for second opinion. If they say more surgery I am not going to do that to her - or my bank account - unless they tell me it is absolutely necessary. If it is, it will be done.
Meanwhile, I spoke a bit too soon about what a wonderful little puppy Charlie is altho I am still not entirely sure it is all his fault.....
Puss Puss is doing OK so far BUT she hasn't much energy. To keep an eye on her I put her towel and heating pad on a table in the corner of my bedroom. The other cats aggravate her and she needs to be kept stress free as much as possible. I pulled the bedroom carpet up a long time ago when I was among the employed and expected to put down laminate or new carpet. When I got laid off I decided I could as easily survive with just the sub flooring and some throw rugs. That is a good thing because, at the risk of sounding like a slob, Puss Puss thought the throw rugs would do just fine as her litter pan - something sick and weak cats often do. So I put down some plastic, some heavy cardboard and some newspaper. That was fine for the cat - and just fine for Charlie too. What is good enuff for the feline is good enuff for him by golly! How can I yell at him when Puss Puss has already marked the area for him?
In hopes I could resolve this issue I created a special litter pan for Puss Puss. A plastic tote pan with a square hole in the lid big enough for her to enter but small enough Charlie can't get into it and make a mess - or worse. Still not sure Puss Puss likes it (I think the lid bothers her) but Charlie thinks piddling all around the pan is the way to go. So now I am searching on line for a concoction that will remove the protein and uremic acid/ammonia or whatever is in the urine and feces spots to see if I can get the area to smell less enticing. If nothing works I may have to get some of that enzymatic spray. Then I have to keep them out for a while and paint the floor with Kilz paint. More money. Makes me wonder just why, exactly, I like animals so much!
Koko and Charlie are in the midst of a very energetic love/hate relationship. Freud would love it and altho it can be cute I am not always that fond of it. Poor Slim is a nervous wreck trying to keep away from Charlie, mostly because, for such a youngster Charlie seems to want to .....how do I say this..... mount/hump every other animal around. I also noticed neither of his 'family jewels' seems to have descended properly. According to the internet, they should have put in their appearance around 10 days after his birth...... another reason for a vet visit.
Polar Bear is constantly growling at Charlie, then opening his mouth wide like a hippopotamus so Charlie can play like one of those weird birds that climb in a hippos mouth to clean their teeth. Why don't I ever seem to have 'normal' animals?
I am getting a bit nervous about all these expenses as I am near the end of Federal unemployment. There is supposed to be at least SOME State money left but if there is, nobody is sure how long it will be before it is cut off/runs out. I may be able to hold off til Dec/Jan if I can't find a job, and so far there simply aren't any jobs out there. Best one I found pays $9.45 hour, 12 hour shifts, Saturday and Sunday only. It is in auto manufacturing and is about 1 hour 15 minutes away. That amount won't pay for the gas so I didn't even apply. Not exactly telecommunications (my supposed 'field') so Feds can't say I ignored a job in my area of expertise. Didn't have steel toed boots any more anyway and standing for 12 hour shifts on my bad knees would probably not have lasted long. Oh well, there is something out there somewhere.
It is getting harder to prioritize expenses and do what needs to be done for the animals so have to tighten my belt a little. Been dipping into my savings too often recently and that is something I told myself I must not do. Need to lose weight anyway so what the heck. Hope to hold off on SS for another 3 years if at all possible cause will lose big bucks if I take it early...... Of course that is assuming I will live well into my 80's as both parents have done and not get hit by a bus the day after I apply. It is also assuming there will even be a Social Security in 3 years. Wah wah..... some cheese with that whine please.............................
Gotta wonder tho when this 'recession' that is 'improving' will listen to what the financial wizards are saying and actually start IMPROVING! Not for a depressingly long while I suspect.
Meanwhile, things didn't go exactly as planned when I FINALLY got the Blazer I traded my Honda Civic for. It isn't in great shape, older, much higher mileage but I didn't like the Honda (it was a 2-door). I needed a tow vehicle and something I could easily transport the animals in so I went into a somewhat uneven trade with eyes wide open. Let's just say trading vehicles with someone you know - or thought you knew - is confirmation that life is never boring and NEVER logical and you never REALLY know someone else. There is always something new you can learn about them. A word of caution: Never buy/sell/trade a vehicle or any piece of personal property with a friend or family member. It can destroy a relationship and make you very unhappy.
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Well, Charlie is whining at the door and it is time to let the dogs out and distribute meds and special foods to all.
Next time I will tell you how well Charlie takes to being crated when I have to leave the house.................... altho 'well' might not be the appropriate descriptive word to use in this instance! I know you are anxiously awaiting my next therapy session with you!
-Me
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