So, today was both good and bad yet again, except this time, the bad was REALLY bad.
My kitty isn't very old. He's about 4, and he hasn't ever had any major health issues. He also occasionally manages to slip out of the house and wanders away, but he always comes back when food is poured. I couldn't find him this morning when I went to feed him, and there was a small pool of dried vomit in his bowl. He throws up a lot, so I didn't think anything was wrong, except the vomit was (Sorry, this is gross!) dark grey and super chunky instead of the usual brown. I cleaned the bowl and gave him some new food, but he still didn't show up. I showed my mom the vomit bowl before I cleaned it, and she went to check on him before she left this morning. She found him shivering under a cushion. She said he looked like he was dying. And... he was. The vet said he would have been dead by Friday morning at the latest if my mom hadn't brought him in. Right now he's in the kitty hospital. Something became lodged in one of the tubes leading from his bladder, and his kidneys were swelling and shutting down.
I didn't know he was sick. He wasn't even acting strange until today. I feel so bad for not noticing. How could I not have realized my baby was dying? I feel like a failure as a cat owner... But he wasn't walking like he was in pain or meowing strangely or crying when he used the litterbox or anything like that. There was one day recently that he didn't drink much water, come to think of it, but that was just one day.
So, yeah, my mom took him to get surgery/treatment/whatever. He has a 90% chance of survival right now since the obstruction was removed, but 90% isn't good enough for me. Unfortunately, as you all know, my mom has no job, and, therefore, asked my dad to give her some to pay for the kitty's treatment. My dad is super pissed, probably because this will take a chunk out of his date money. (Seriously, he freaks out over money yet goes on expensive dates literally EVERY weekend.) I'm honestly shocked. This is one of the first times in my entire 16 years that my mom has been right and my dad has been wrong. I just can't bear to think that if I kept the kitty at my dad's house, he would be lying there for hours and hours, waiting to die as the rest of his body slowly shut down... My dad wouldn't REALLY let an innocent little creature like this cat die such a slow, agonizing death just so he can keep a few more bucks in his pocket, would he? I honestly find that a little scary.
I remember when I first got the kitty. I was 12 and didn't have many friends, so my mom picked up a kitten for me. A guy she used to be friends with knew someone whose cat had just had kittens, but the kittens weren't very safe where they lived. Most had wandered away, been eaten by a dog, or died due to lack of proper care, but there was still one left. She told me she brought me a present but wouldn't tell me what it was, only that it was NOT a cat. Of course, that made the fact that there were cat supplies set out everywhere quite confusing. I sat down on the couch, and a stripey little kitten crawled over to me. He was tiny, small enough to hold in my hand, even. And even though he was scrawny and had fleas, he was perfect. 4 years later, he's still perfect, even though he rolls in poop and doesn't grasp the concept of a window despite slamming into it every day of his life. I love him.
Anyway, yeah, that was depressing. I hope he gets to come home soon. So, how about some good happy FCG stories? IG is sick, so I get FCG all to myself again. And today she forgot all of her French stuff and had to share mine, which meant sitting suuuuper close! We're both all sick and gross right now, though, so I did not attempt to use this circumstance to its full potential. Actually, we're both sick, but only I'm gross. She somehow managed to be completely adorable even while sneezing everywhere. I touched her hair for like, 3 seconds, but neither of us felt very well, so I didn't continue. However, I have noticed something interesting that is probably completely psychological. I have had the sore throat/stuffy nose kind of stuff twice in the past couple of months. I feel gross almost all day at school when this happens, but when I get to French class and see FCG, I feel slightly better. I don't feel well, but I feel as if my condition has improved a little. This usually lasts until about 30 minutes after French class ends, and then I'm in sore throat/stuffy nose hell again. I know that's like, really stupid, and it's probably just all in my head, but I definitely feel an improvement for a little while. (Freakazoids = cure for common cold!?)
Also, it is FCG's new goal in life to learn German.
FCG: I'm gonna learn German.
FCG: Because it sounds fun, and I'm German.
Me: You are? I never knew that.
I paused for a second, then felt super dumb because she has blonde hair and blue eyes and her last name is like, mega German-sounding. She noticed that I realized this, so she laughed. I blame being sick! Haha.
I also said something else today, but I don't remember what it really was. I was making fun of myself about something, but I can't remember what. FCG thought it was hilarious, though, and she said either, "I love it!" or, "I love you!" but her voice kind of trailed off on the last word, so I couldn't hear which it was. I'm just gonna pretend like it's the second one since I'm so upset and worried about the kitty right now.