Fantasy Rocks

Prrrrrr aka. I have a cat!
Now that I'll be living in a place in five days that is cat-friendly, I have a cat! I didn't plan on having one until the actual move, but he sort of dropped into our laps six weeks ago and has primarily been living at Amanda's vet clinic until we can take him to the cat-friendly place. What happened: a little (3 month old) orange tabby kitty from the shelter came to Amanda's clinic to be neutered before an adoption, which is a common occurrence. It turned out he couldn't be neutered yet (in short, his balls hadn't and still haven't dropped), and the vet did an exam and discovered he has a fairly severe (Grade 3 on a 1 - 6 scale of abnormality) heart murmur. The potential owners decided not to adopt him. Because nobody really wants a kitten with a heart defect, the shelter was going to put him down. Because he had such a wonderful temperament and I love orange tabbies, he came home instead. The shelter was so glad we took him off our hands we didn't even have to pay the adoption fee! His name, because he is going to be a scientist someday, is Darwin. Even with the heart murmur, he should be able to live a normal, hopefully not shortened by heart troubles, life as an indoor cat. However, because of the heart issues, he's going to be a small cat (he's now almost 5 months old and barely over 4lbs) and slow to mature, hence the inability to get him neutered yet. I'd actually wanted to get a special needs cat that likely wouldn't have otherwise had a home, so I don't mind. (Previously I'd been planning on getting a cat with FIV - feline AIDS when I moved, but she found another home.) Now that he'll be legal in the next apartment, I'm very excited!

I'm also sad because our albino rat, Ruby, had her third operation in two months. She's had two tumors and an abscess, which is a lot of health issues for a rat who's only 16 months old. (Female rats are prone to tumors but not usually until after the age of 2 or so.) If she gets another one, I don't want to put her through surgery again - hence, she'll probably just be kept comfortable until her quality of life becomes poor.

Yesterday was my last day at work! It was difficult to say goodbye to the clients but exciting that I'm moving on to something more fabulous. My coworkers had a party for me last night, which I paid $40 for the privilege to attend and mostly seemed to be an excuse for my new boss, who just took her kids and separated from her husband, to get plastered and hit on men 15 years her junior. Meh, it's over now. The equine therapy center, where I've been volunteering Saturdays for the past year, is taking me out to dinner tonight. Yay. :-) After that, I have a ton of moving crap that I'm not looking forward to doing up until the big day, Thursday. I can't wait to be out of her in a few short days.

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