We've all complained about having bad days. You know, the ones where everything that can go wrong does? Well, just saying, I think my little kitten has tipped the scales and is in the running for the worst day ever.
This morning she's running around like a playful kitten. No big deal. Ignorance is bliss. I smile the long sad smiling of knowledge as I consider the long road ahead of her. Today is the day she is getting spayed. It is neat to think about pets having no ability to stress over something in the future. Interesting. Anyway, so I'm getting ready for work and she's having a grand old time. Maybe she's a little hungry (she can't eat/drink) but I can't tell. Pretty soon I get the cat carrier out. This moving jail cell is not her favorite. I can't even say she likes it a little bit. The moment I lock her inside she starts the meow. Meooooow. Meoooooow. Okay, Amguita, I know it's not fun but you've got to go.
Not only is she shoved into a cage, the weather is not cooperating with me this morning. Cats don't like water. It doesn't matter. In the bath, in the sink, or falling from the sky like flaming daggers. Amiguita can hear the rain battering down and her bellowing intensifies. I'm calling a taxi. Meoooow. Meeoooow.
The taxi arrives and I sprint to the back seat. As I jumped in the car clutching my cat carrier I realize Amiguita has never been in a car before. Great. I hope she doesn't get motion sickness. Please don't vomit. All throughout these thoughts I hear the background bleating: meeeeow. Meooooow. Meeeeeeeoooooow. You'd think she's dying.
So before going to the vet, I ask the taxi driver to take me to my friend Emily's apartment. Emily is the proud owner of Amiguita's sister Mona. It is a day for sister bonding - both of them loosing their sex on the same day! Ha! I ask the kind taxi driver to wait for me as I run up to Emily's apartment with my cat carrier. Emily doesn't have a way to transport her cat, so she asked me to bring my carrier over. Sure. Through the rain. Into the building. Up the elevator. All along: Meoooow. Meoow. When I finally set Amiguita down on the table she immediately goes silent. Safety? Not quite. Before she knows what is going on, Emily opens up the carrier and tosses in Mona. The hissing fit begins. Both cats spatting and instantly separated: one cat at the front of the carrier, one cat smashed up against the back. I guess they don't remember each other.
There we have Ami's stressful morning. From here it just gets worse. At vets she gets analyzed, put under anesthetics, cut open, and her reproductive structures are taken out. Bad day. At least she's not meowing anymore. When I came to pick her up, she was covered in blood. The vet took one look and explained that the place where they gave her an IV had opened up and that she'd go clean it out. She picked up Ami by the scruff of the neck and carried her off. My pour little girl with 25% coherence gets rinsed off. Man did that wrench my heart.
When it was time to take her home, I placed her back in her cat carrier. My silent, groggy Amiguita didn't protest. I wanted to get her home as quickly as possible. I could feel her shaking in the carrier and I knew she was stressed. We made it to my apartment in record time and I decided to take the elevator. I didn't want to bump Ami around anymore than I needed to. Into the elevator. There was this awful buzzing noise and all I could think about was how Amiguita would perceive that. Still 50% under anesthetics and there is this bzzzzzz. Bad day. I pushed the button for the fourth floor and the buzzing turned into a squealing. Then as quickly as it had started, it stopped. So did all function of the elevator. I pressed every single button. Nothing. Door open button? Nothing. Door close button? Nothing. There was a picture with an alarm on it, so I hit that one. Blllllrrrrrrinng. Ah! I don't like that. The final button was a picture of a phone. I hit it and I could hear Elvin my portero: Proteria. How can I help you? Now is when my vocabulary fails me...um...ummm...Elvin, I'm in the elevator. It's not functioning. He responded: I can't hear you, speak up. I'm yelling at this point and then it's silent. I peer into my cat carrier at my little girl, consider the inopportune timing, and laugh. Really? I'm really stuck in an elevator right now? Ha! I just couldn't stop giggling. I knew they'd get me out at some point.
A few minutes pass and all the lights go out in the elevator. It's pitch black and my mind flicks to horror films. Come on Leanne. Not now. Before I have time to imagine more the lights come on and the door opens. Wooo hooo!! Once again my Portero saved the day. He comes running up to me to make sure I'm okay. Everything is fine, I assure him. No problem, it was just bad luck. I decide to take the stairs and haul Amiguita up the 4 flights. I'm breathing hard at this point, but I just want to get my little girl home. Whew. We made it.
But the day isn't over for Ami. I open the cat carrier and she tried to come out. Fail. Her little legs just aren't working quite yet. I help her onto a blanket and she lies there for a while. Her eyelids are half open and every once in a while she tries to move. I smile the sad smile and sigh: Ami, I'd say it's been a pretty rough day!
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