It's Day 23 of the 'No Smoking Project' and I have not had a single cheat. This Nicorette Inhaler is working for me. Awesome! No person or animal has lost their life, as of yet. May need to shop for a new wardrobe, though. I've been doing my best to keep busy with the usual Family/Work/World combination and in my spare time, I try to get ahead with the housecleaning. You do start to realize how much time you spend smoking when you equate it to a cleaning task.
So part of life's plan to test my will to quit involves my son, Oscar the cat and XBox. Strange, yes, to an outsider. The "6 points of separation" Rule applies in this Happy Home. So there is a connection. It this is how it goes.
Oscar's girlfriends are still residing with us, despite numerous efforts to give them opportunities to find their way back to their original homes. Yet, they continue to return to this door and it's now week 2 and they sleep on our bed. Twice, now, I've been awaken to heavy pressure on the chest, restricted movement of the extremities, and very real feelings of being "watched". This may be caused by the 3 felines that have tried to band together and snuff the life out of me, in my sleep. The 1st time, I barely managed a small "help" that my hubby actually heard. I'm still in awe that he did hear as he is deaf as a post (did all the tests). (I do believe that my hubby was actually watched the kitty-kats plan my 'peaceful demise', seeing how far they could take it before I would either sleep forever or walk up really 'cranky'.)
Neither happened, as I was too terrified to really do much expect the little 'help'. I know better than to trust any animal that may share a human's home. Any animal! If you knew some of the 'stuff' animals do around myself and my loved ones, you would probably -pee your pants and die of fear- and everything in between.
Back on track...I mentioned to my son that Oscar was scheduled for his shots and 1st check-up and he asked to come. Bad Mom that I am, I actually indulged for once and called him in so he could help his mom out with cat/work/house stuff, all afternoon. And it really was worth it, too. The boy was kind enough to insist on carrying Oscar himself during the whole process, as he wanted to voice his disapproval of any treatment that seemed unnecessary to his beloved 'Animal Friend'.
The exam started immediately upon Oscar exiting his carrier. The 1st step being the insertion of a thermometer into Oscar's rectum. Well, didn't my son see this as obvious abuse. Immediately, after this followed a direct needle into the fleshy part of his behind. This does last for a couple more seconds than I would have liked as Oscar was abit more of a handful for both myself and vet tech. For round 3, Oscar require the usual "Ear Flush" as I had known that he had ear mites since kitten-hood. Wellllll!!! The sound-effects that reached us down short hallway was quite disturbing for my usually so tough son.
"That's not Oscar, is it?" he stated really panicked. "What are they doing to him?" "They can't just being washing his ears. He sounds like he's dying!" The look on my boy's face was priceless ( says the sadistic mommy.) The vet staff was uncertain if Oscar would stick around once the towel was removed from around his body. I reassured them that he would be fine and he was. He actually jumped into the carrier as it was his only way out of that Kitty Torture Chamber. My son grabbed the cage and asked that I hurry up and pay so that 'They' could go home. I was laughing so hard in the car, I almost wet my pants.
Oscar survived his ordeal and Jessie/I survived ours. May have cost a little more for Oscar's care than first quoted and yet didn't feeling guilty at all when I denied my boy. Another day laid to rest.
Godspeed, Ladies.
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