Don’t worry, I don’t have anything more to say about the crib at this point, because something happened yesterday that COMPLETELY took my mind off of BRU and their idiocy (although that saga IS ongoing, so I will still have to deal with it).
As I mentioned last week, I have an appointment to get Cookie, the stray cat that has adopted me, spayed. Chief had to go to Walmart last night to pick up a few things and I just had a feeling that she was going to be outside, so I said to him that if she was we needed to bring her in and put her in the bathroom so we wouldn’t lose sight of her before her appointment.
And she was outside. And she is clearly pregnant. Clearly. Round belly, large nipples. Big, big appetite.
I’m sorry guys, this blog has been full of curse words, but fuck. Seriously, just fuck.
So we brought her in. She didn’t struggle even a little bit. She loves being held, being snuggled, and she REALLY loves being inside. Even if it is just a small guest bathroom. We set up her own litter box (which thank goodness, she knew how to use) and brought in her food and water. I also made her a little blanket nest.
Then I proceeded to panic. I’m three months away from delivering. Seriously-my due date is June 23rd. I cannot, cannot, cannot have kittens in my house right now. Not to mention that I don’t have a good place to put them. Charlies room is off limits for obvious reasons, not to mention under construction. The guest bedroom is being used as construction head quarters. The other guest bedroom is our cat room where all of OUR cats litter boxes and stuff are. And then there’s our room. A momma and a bunch of kittens can’t live in a bathroom for 6-8 weeks. There’s just no way.
Then there’s the whole thing of I refuse to take her to the pound or anywhere where she’ll be put down simply for being “extra”. This cat didn’t choose her life. She very clearly loves people and wants a home. I won’t have her put down.
So there are hard decisions to make. I took her to my vet this morning to ascertain how far along she is, and they guessed 6-7 weeks. They say it’s hard to tell without an ultrasound machine which they don’t have in house at my vet. 6-7 weeks is pretty far for a cat, although her milk hasn’t come in so she said it COULD be only 5 weeks and she’s just a bit rounder than the average (which is very possible because I bet she has a belly full of worms). They said that they wouldn’t do a spay on a cat that far along, not even for moral reasons, but because the procedure is just more than they can handle. They said some vets would do it though and a friend had recommended one to me, so I called them and they said they would.
And then I proceeded to bawl my eyes out for the next half hour. Because I’m seven months pregnant, and I’m about to take this cat’s babies away. Everyone tells me things that totally make sense:
1. The majority of these babies are probably not okay. They’ve had no prenatal care, spotty nutrition at best, and the only clean water she’s had is from me. Not to mention that she’s been in fights over the course of her pregnancy. The vet didn’t feel them moving today during the exam and I haven’t either.
2. These babies would be put down in a shelter anyway because our area is so overpopulated with stray cats. The one in my town would put Cookie down on the spot because even though she’s a stray, they would consider it owner surrender because I would be taking her in, rather than her being picked up by animal control.
3. The world has enough cats, especially enough stray cats, and for every responsible person who spays and neuters there are one hundred who don’t. Hence Cookie, hence this entire messed up situation.
4. Cookie has a better chance at finding a home if we can get her unpregnant. I might not be saving her babies, but I’m saving her.
So she’s getting fixed on Thursday. Then she’s coming home with me for her recovery and I am going to love her the way that no one ever has, because she deserves it. I remember what it was like for my two girls to get fixed as kittens. It was hard on them. This is going to be rough on her, and I know it. And I can’t stop tearing up over it. But I already have at least one really good lead on a home. My vet tech said that a lady at her church was looking for a new cat because her daughter’s was hit by a car. And the daughter found her. She’s heartbroken and traumatized. They have a whole room set up for a cat with a climbing tree and everything. I would LOVE for Cookie to go to a home with a little girl where she could be loved and give love. I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but I really want that one to pan out.
If not, we’re going to foster her until the humane society or one of the many rescue groups I’ve contacted can happen, but we can really only do it short term for all the reasons I’ve already mentioned.
All I know is, this week is going to be hard. Saturday is my birthday, and for my birthday I’m buying myself a really, really expensive day of surgery and shots for a stray cat. But it’s the right thing to do for her so I’m doing it. Because I would want someone to do it for one of my babies.
Did I mention she also has ringworm? Seriously guys, if you’re the praying type, I wouldn’t mind a few. I don’t normally ask, but I think I’m going to need some strength this week. Dropping her off on Thursday will be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.