Well, my Jazzy headed off to the cat hospital this morning, to get her poor little ears "trimmed", and I have to admit that I'm pacing the floor here, waiting to hear how she's going.
I don't want to be a nervous mama and harass the poor vet people, but Jazzy's my baby... you know what I mean? I want to call so bad, that I can taste it... and it's driving me crazy.
I've bitten my nails to the quick, I've cleaned and disinfected things around that I just did yesterday, I've gone through the house just looking for something - anything- to occupy my mind and keep me from thinking, I've yanked weeds, scrubbed the floor and washed all the lace curtains in the house...
But I'm still stressing!
They said that I could call at about 3 o'clock and see how she's doing... and that she should be able to come home shortly after that, so I'm counting the minutes, believe me!
I want her home, where she belongs !!
It's not that I want her to be beautiful again... because to tell you the truth, I love her to pieces, regardless of how she looks.
But I just want her to be comfortable and content again.
When she cries with the pain of her sore ears, it makes my heart just break for her...
Because she's my baby...
Her sore ear is a little confronting to look at, so if you're at all squeamish, don't look.
I'll take some photos of her after she gets home and settled in, but I suspect the new photos won't be too pretty to look at either - at least for the first couple of days.
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