The gangs vet is leaving!

I’m so upset.  I go to a clinic that has various vets.  It’s a wonderful 24 hour facility.  I usually take the gang to one particular vet, she’s amazing!  I love this woman.  She’s so nice, and is so caring and gentle with my cats, and her other patients.  She’s also always been so open to different treatment options and is so patient with me when I ask her questions.  She’s been seeing all of my gang since they were wee things.

She’s leaving to take care of her mother in California, who was just diagnosed with breast cancer.  She told me this past Thursday, when I took Maks and Kiska in for their yearly wellness exams.  She told me that she hopes to come back, once she knows her mom is doing well and will be okay with her treatment.

I can’t tell you how sad I am.  I feel bad that her mom has cancer and really hope she gets better.  But I hate the thought of her not being my gangs vet.  I hope it’s just temporary.  I can’t tell you how hard it is finding a really good, caring vet.

There is another vet that works there I like.  She’s seen a couple of my cats when I haven’t been able to wait for their vet to be on the work schedule.  This lady is very nice and I had always thought she would be the second choice for my gang, and of course now that Dr. Wenzl is leaving I guess the gang will start seeing her.

I’ve also got Oksana not feeling well.  She’s got cystitis again, and seeing as this is like the 3rd time in as many as 6-8 months, I am coming to the conclusion that it may be “idiopathic cystitis.”  Which means that she gets the usual signs, and swelling in her bladder, but there is no infection/bacteria to speak of so the cause is not totally known.  This is triggered by a few things, two of which are stress and anxiety.  I totally believe this is the issue.

Oksana is forever dealing with Vlad’s bullying.  To be clear, Vlad bullies, or tries to bully the others as well.  But, Maks submits to him, Czari swats at him and Kiska fights back.  Oksana doesn’t do any of that.  She will cower on her back, paws up, nails out and hisses and screams.  This of course eggs Vlad on.  If she fought back like the other girls, he’d pretty much walk away.  I’ve decided to try medication for anxiety.   I think if she is less stressed out, she will be more relaxed and even possibly stand up for herself.  I’m really hoping so because I hate knowing she’s in pain.

3…2…1…aaaaandthingsjustgotreallyweird.

I knew it was too good to be true.  Last night I was talking to the new guy and it just got a little strange.  Here’s the thing, when we talked on Monday over the phone I asked him what he did for a living.  He basically went through his entire job history and finally told me he was recruited by this new company/movement.  When I asked him about it he said he wasn’t supposed to talk much about it and that his parents didn’t even know.  He told me that he was going to be in charge of a really large amount of people and that many famous people I’ve heard of are involved.  Honestly, I thought he was just blowing smoke up my ass like guys will do sometimes to look interesting.

At dinner on Tuesday we went to a Japanese sushi place.  I ordered vegetables tempura and he said he couldn’t eat fried food.  I asked why and he told me, “they” suggested he stop, and that he slowly start taking meat, grains and fried foods out of his diet.   At that point I just sort of looked at him and asked, “Is this Scientology you’re involved in or something?”

He laughed and said no, that this was something really cool and they were going to start a movement to move people toward a more greener way to live, and that they were going to be involved in changing laws.

Okay, again, I figured whatever.  I decided to finish eating my dinner and file what he’d just told me in my “thinkabutitlater” section of my brain.

Fast forward to yesterday.  We emailed a few times during the day and then on my way home I called him.  He told me a friend of his dropped off some movies and asked if I was interested in seeing any of them.  I told him I really just wanted to stay home, and relax.  He offered to come over, I said I really just wanted to go home, shower, have something to eat and just veg by myself with my cats.  He sounded disappointed but said to call him if I changed my mind.  I didn’t.

Around 8:30pm, I decided to send him a picture of me holding my kitty Kiska.  He called me at 9:30 to thank me and tell me it was a cute picture.  Then the bomb dropped for me:

J – Well they just left.

Me-Who your friends?

J-No the people I’m working with.  That’s why I didn’t answer you when you sent your picture.  They’ve been here and I’ve been doing research for the last 2 hours.

Me-Research about what?

J-The work I’m going to be doing.

Okay, by now I’m really getting annoyed.

Me-You know, this all sounds very clandestine.

J-Why do you say that. (and he said it in this odd way like a kid who was caught doing something he’s trying to hide.)

Me-Well, it’s all just so hush-hush.

J-I told you about what I’d be doing as best I could.  I’m under orders not to talk to anyone about this until we are ready to launch.

At this point I’m thinking this guy is either joined some friggin cult or some kind of terrorist environmentalist movement.  Seriously, sirens were going off in my head.  Then he asked me what I was doing today, Thursday. I told him I had to take two of my cats to the vet, and he asked if I’d given any thought to what I wanted to do for my birthday, since he’d told me he wanted to take me out.  I said I hadn’t thought about it, then said I had to go take my meds and we said our good-byes and I hung up.

I can’t tell you how many things were going on in my head.  I mean come on, what the fuck can be so damned secretive he’s got to be so secret agent man about everything?  Like who the fuck am I going to tell that could usurp his plans?

No, just…no.

One for the "save" pile.

I actually met a nice guy.  At least, he seems nice so far.  We met online, of course and started emailing.  Turns out we have quite a bit in common and the best part, he’s got cats of his own and loves cats!  He’s actually got 4 inside the house and 2 that belong to his neighbors, but he feeds them and lets them hang at his place.

Last night we went to dinner.  I was feeling super bummed because yes, we are possibly going to lose yet another large client, and that’s really going to make things very bad for us.  Anyway, he took me do dinner and we had a really nice time.  We got along very well and he said he liked me.  He even said he wanted to take me out for my birthday, which was nice of him.

He picked me up at home, because he wanted to meet my cats.  I watched him with them and he was very nice to them.  After dinner he asked me if I wanted to meet his cats, and I said yes.  So, we stopped by his place, he’s got a cute townhouse, and I met his kitties.  Very sweet furrybutts.  After that, he drove me home.

I’m not really attracted to him physically, but he was really nice on our date.  And I really love the fact he feels the same way about cats that I do.  So for now, we can put him in the save pile.

A sacrifice? Really?

I decided to try a new dating site.  I figured, maybe I need to change sites and give a whole new group of freaks the chance to get to know me.

I spoke to one of the guys that sent me an email yesterday.  Seemed like a normal guy.  Key word, seemed.

I’m all for getting to know someone over the phone, talking and sort of finding out what the person likes and doesn’t like.  But this guy was just creeping me out big time.

When was the last time you had a boyfriend.  When was your last date?  Do you think you’re ready for a boyfriend?  Do you like affectionate men?  Are you affectionate? What are you doing tonight?  What do you watch on TV?  What do you do when you get home?  What are you doing tomorrow?  What are you doing after that?  AAAHHH!!!!!!!

It was one question after another! I didn’t have a chance to hardly ask him anything because of his incessant question asking!  Then at one point, he asked me if I liked fish.  Well, I told him I was a vegetarian, it says so in my profile.  Then he says “oh, that’s right, I think I read that in your profile.  That’s odd, I’ve never meet an animal lover that was a vegetarian.”

WHAT?

I’m like, “Uh, yeah most vegetarians are animal lovers.  It’s the suffering that we don’t like.  I don’t want to be part of an animal suffering because I want them on my plate. ”  I said.  Then, it got weird.  He says it’s a sacrifice.  Yep, that’s what he said.  Then I say, “A sacrifice would be if they gave their lives willingly, and I highly doubt any of those animals know they are going to be served poached or grilled with some basmati rice on the side.”  He tells me, “No, not the animals, I meant me.”  By this time I thought maybe I was on some radio show and this was a big joke.  Then I remembered, I had called him.  So I asked, “You mean, you consider it a sacrifice for you to eat meat?”  He said, “Yes, after all, God didn’t feed the masses with just bread, he gave them fish.”

Yeah.  So what did I say to that?  “I’m driving into the Target parking lot, can I call you later?”

No, I didn’t call him later, as a matter of fact, he’s on my phone’s reject list.  I still haven’t listened to the message he left me last night, I doubt I will.  FUUUUCK!

Sleeping with the furrybutts

Last night, around midnight I had to get up and use the bathroom. I need to stop drinking water close to bedtime. Anyway, as usual, I had a bed full of furries.   I don’t mind my cats sleeping in my bed, I actually find it hard to sleep unless at least one is there with me.

Maks was against my left (his usual side), Czari on my right, Kiska next to my pillow and Oksana between my legs. Vlad was MIA.  I started to move and thought they would sit up and give me some room to move.  Nope.  They all just lifted their heads and watched me wiggle and squirm my way out from under the covers.  When I finished in the bathroom, I figured I’d get back to the bed and they would be sitting up, right?  Wrong!

I had to wiggle and squirm my way back into bed, as they all just laid there watching me as though I should be shot for interrupting their sleep.   When I was all settled back, they lowered their heads and went back to kitty dreamland.

Nothing is ever dull when you have pets, even getting up to use the bathroom.

Enjoying Sunday

I woke up this morning and decided I needed to kick up my walking routine.  I’ve promised my best pal I would go with her to her companies Corporate Run.  Last year I about died.  It was miserable and the distance was only 3 miles!  I’ve been walking in the evenings, but my distance has been around 2.30 miles.  I took a slightly different route this morning and when I got home I managed to walk 3.30 miles!  Yes!  That makes me feel good because I know at least I won’t feel like I’m going to pass out at the Corporate Run!

After my walk, I gave the gang the rest of their breakfast, took a shower and did some laundry.  Right now, I’m waiting for Kiska to finish her nap inside the laundry basket so that I can finish folding my clothes.  I’m watching season 1 of RuPauls Drag Race, which is always fun.

Oh, if you want a special little something for your birthday, go here:

http://www.sephora.com/beautyinsider/index.jhtml;jsessionid=WKNX3I0MVVWSGCV0KQLQIGQ

I received an email this morning and they are sending me some eyeliner, mascara and an eyeshadow!  You can either pick it up at the store, or if you order it online, you have to buy something.  But, you don’t have to buy anything expensive, there is no minimum price what you have to buy.  The newsletters always come with special offers on stuff, so that’s cool.

Okay, I can now start folding clothes.  Tiny Miss has woken up from her nap.