So...my journal from yesterday....disregard it.
Apparently the family I got the cat from either didn't know that the cat was unhealthy or didn't know it would be that homesick. Yes. I said WAS.
Ironically, I called and made a vet appointment for later in the week just to get a check-up and see if it was healthy. And he seemed as though he was until this morning. He was still playful and purred when I pet him, acted just like a cat should. He later vomited a gooey clear liquid on my carpet, which I blamed on the fact that he was in a new place and maybe nervous or mad about it. And right after that, he walked toward the basement but he was very jerky and wobbly when walking. I was a bit concerned at this point. This evening, I found him hiding in my basement, half laying in the trickle of water that runs from the dehumidifier to the drain and I thought that it was VERY odd that he would be comfortable sitting in water. But he didn't ACT sick. He allowed me to remove him from the water and dry him off. I put him down on his blanket, and he purred when I pet him and moved around to find a comfy spot. Somehow though, I knew something was wrong and it was something that couldn't be fixed fast enough by calling an emergency vet clinic. So, I checked on him later knowing what I'd find and of course, I was right. The cat had passed on.
So, don't call me a cat killer, I didn't do anything wrong. I'm a little PO'ed about this - I was doing a family a favor by providing a loving home for a pet they couldn't keep anymore and after 2 friggin' days it kicked the bucket.
I'm not sure now if I should bother with another one. How the fuck do I know that the next one won't croak after 52 hours living here??? DAMMIT!
Apparently the family I got the cat from either didn't know that the cat was unhealthy or didn't know it would be that homesick. Yes. I said WAS.
Ironically, I called and made a vet appointment for later in the week just to get a check-up and see if it was healthy. And he seemed as though he was until this morning. He was still playful and purred when I pet him, acted just like a cat should. He later vomited a gooey clear liquid on my carpet, which I blamed on the fact that he was in a new place and maybe nervous or mad about it. And right after that, he walked toward the basement but he was very jerky and wobbly when walking. I was a bit concerned at this point. This evening, I found him hiding in my basement, half laying in the trickle of water that runs from the dehumidifier to the drain and I thought that it was VERY odd that he would be comfortable sitting in water. But he didn't ACT sick. He allowed me to remove him from the water and dry him off. I put him down on his blanket, and he purred when I pet him and moved around to find a comfy spot. Somehow though, I knew something was wrong and it was something that couldn't be fixed fast enough by calling an emergency vet clinic. So, I checked on him later knowing what I'd find and of course, I was right. The cat had passed on.
So, don't call me a cat killer, I didn't do anything wrong. I'm a little PO'ed about this - I was doing a family a favor by providing a loving home for a pet they couldn't keep anymore and after 2 friggin' days it kicked the bucket.
I'm not sure now if I should bother with another one. How the fuck do I know that the next one won't croak after 52 hours living here??? DAMMIT!
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I had broken up with my daughter's father before I found out I was pregnant. Only dated for 2 months. He has been a pain in the ass ever since. Sometimes I wish I had never told him, but deep down I know she needs to know her roots.
I got married when she was 5 and had two more kids shortly after. It's very busy now and large family dynamics can be strained. Ah well, Life.
Good luck with moving out. Do you have any other support? Family?
It's very good that you and dad have a friendly relationship. Your son will benifit from that.
I have to get to bed... 2 out of three kiddies get up for school tomorow! Nice getting to know you a little bit!
G'nite