Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Fur Kids vs. Real Kids

I love Siamese cats.  I have always loved Siamese because I grew up with them as a child.  I also love the Sphynx cat but don't want to spend $1500 for one.  Actually it's not so much the $1500 as it is having to bathe my cat every week.  Sphynx cats need weekly baths and if you don't bathe them regularly they stink.  I am not in the mood to hear my husband scream at me because I haven't had time to bathe the cat.  I can hear him now.  "The damn cat stinks!  When is the last time you washed his ass!?"  Me: "I am behind in my reading for this PhD class, I haven't had a chance to do it!"

Unnecessary drama...really.  Sooo, I opted for my Siamese.  I have two, one is a sealpoint named Blue and the other is a lilac point named Moon.  I guess I'm going through a slight mid life crisis because my own children are 15 and 16 years of age.  My main role in their lives is to serve as cab driver and ATM machine.  Other than the occassional hugs and an "I appreciate you ma" they are off in their own little lives, and I am proud of both of them, but there is literally no one left in my house to baby except for my cats.

My youngest Siamese Moon just got spayed yesterday.  I sat in the waiting room of the veterinarian's office and I've been there so frequently that they all know me as Blue and Moon's Mom.  The reason for this is because outside of the usual immunizations and check ups, Moon came to me with the pricey tag of $650 and then she also had a URI (upper respiratory infection) which she then passed on to Blue.  I have been battling this URI between the two babies since June 2010.  We are now well into September and still battling the situation.  I have spent enough money on the antibiotic Clavimox to purchase stock in the company. 

Recently my friend just gave birth to a 10 lb baby boy.  I realized that I had my own fur kids when I was told.  "I have to get my oldest (3 years) dressed and the baby over to the pediatrician." Yeah...the waiting room for the babies...it's all the same, trust me. 

Moon came out of the back with her tummy stitched up and looking like she had a tummy tuck too!  Sans her female organs she actually felt lighter!  She came home still a little wobbly from the anesthesia and then began to wrestle and play with Blue.  I thought to myself, wow...if I had a hysterectomy, would I be able to come home and wrestleCook? Clean? The works?  I don't think so.  Either she had some really good pain meds or she just doesn't have the psychological scars that we humans would carry after losing our own reproductive organs.

Last night was interesting.  I had to reprimand Blue for playing too hard with his sister because I was afraid he was going to open up her stitches.  Blue didn't understand why he was being reprimanded and disappeared for a few hours because he wasn't feeling the "love".  Moon slept with me and hubby last night.  Curled up in a little ball and finally fatigued from the entire surgery etc., she slept under my the warmth of my arm for the entire evening.  Fur kids...really...it's interesting.

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