Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Sunday night I wrote up a blog post about Scotty and what was going on and then I thought better of posting it because I tend to get over emotional and I know it.. I don't want to burn bridges, and the rational part of my brain does not expect the world to work as I want it to.. but the red headed, heart on her sleeve, inner ten year old me sometimes has other things to say - and occasionally she accesses my blog.
I had it all worked up, I proof read it, and I was about to hit post, but at that point it was 2 AM (2 AM during a super full moon to boot), and I thought better of it. Things were either going to work out, or they wouldn't, and either way the post could wait.
Having discussions with my husband, the thought dawned on me that Scotty has now been out of the house for almost a week, and went into someone else's house and was exposed to who knows what. Not being a fan of mixing litters for the exact reason of "exposed to who knows what" and just having mixed four different sets of kittens - each one exposed to 'who knows what" As much as I wanted Scotty back because I missed him and I'm sure Trevor misses him, I have had a little too much of "who knows what" going on right now for my own comfort..
Part of me wanted to just not deal with it any more. Part of me wanted to be that temper tantrum throwing two yr old and cause a big stink of the fact that this kitten was kitten napped out from under my care. (and part of me did.. hopefully most of it was in private) and the adult side of my brain said: Look, he's being taken care of. Just because it is not by you doesn't mean he isn't fine.
This is true. How it all went down though, the lack of consideration for me in almost all this is really where I am more than a little cheezed off, but alas, I really am not in this for me am I?
I got a call this morning from the awesome shelter worker (who always replies to me even if she doesn't know he answer.. I love that in an employee and in a person) saying I just wanted to let you know that Scotty wouldn't be in until after 10 AM so if you were planning on coming before that, know he wouldn't be here..
So now I had a decisions to make, ignore the whole thing, let Scotty go emotionally and let him land where he was going to land, or go in and face the decision if I should bring him home and open that 'who knows what' door again.. Well I can't seem to let things go and leave them unfinished. I didn't think it would be very professional nor very considerate of me to just not go in and not follow up on things. So around 2 PM I went in.
Scotty was there, feeling thin. He was back down to 1lb 2oz.. which is not good (his max weight at my house was 1lb 4oz) They said his stools were liquid again, and you could feel his spine. But he ate in front of me, he purred, was bright eyed, he was ambulatory and investigatory of his environment.. So what ever is going on with him is still going on, but he's hanging in there..
He is also back with his sister. The woman that brought Scotty into the shelter found another kitten in the same area. His sister is beautiful, but frightened, and dramatically larger than Scotty. I have to say the inclusion of the sister - especially with a small scratch/wound on her temple - made it a LOT easier for me to make the decision to not bring him back to Casa de Gato.
So good luck Scotty, I will be thinking of you for some months now I'm sure.. May what ever is wrong with you work its way through and you become the handsome strong specimen of a mancat you were born to be..
As I was leaving, there was a cage full of kittens waiting to be adopted.. They were oh so cute - the first one looking very much like Jack did when he was a baby..
*sigh* looking at healthy beautiful kittens does fix a multitude of sins.. I'm telling you... powerful medication those kittens.. they need a warning label.