Household realization, sad about kitty
Jul. 13th, 2011 07:04 pmI had a small epiphany about kitchens on Sunday. I had cooked a couple of things, and entered into the long punishing process of dishwashing that follows any such creative effort. I finally realized that what most enrages me about the kitchen is that it's so hard to get it to a "done" state. Even if I wash dishes, there'll still be something on the counter drying, or stuff in the dishwasher, or something new in the sink because the dishwasher is running or waiting to dry. It's endless. So my epiphany was that the kitchen can be less maddeningly viewed as a more biological process; my body doesn't tend to be "done" with food at any given point either, and that doesn't make me angry. If the kitchen is more like a body, then maybe my role is to be the peristalsis that moves things a little bit further along here, a little bit further along there... and maybe that's all right. Maybe.
Now for my sad story: on Monday I took Nala to the cat hospital for thyroid treatment, and I let them take her away. Simultaneously, I was giving away a blanket I've had nearly as long as I can remember; a quilt my grandmother made me when I was 3 or 4. It was wearing out and I had thought I might be able to part with it soon...more importantly, it is Nala's favorite blanket, and so I wanted her to have it while she's in an unfamiliar place. So after a brief exam, the nice doctor bundled her up in the blanket, hugged her and took her away through a door. The doctor was the warm, bosomy, maternal type, and I have to admit that helped a bit.
They showed me the kitty condos they use for keeping the kitties, like four cubes attached together with portholes between. I am imagining her there, in the condo with the blanket, and I miss her and I know she's probably not happy. (Although, to be fair, there's also a good chance she's asleep.) Today she should have been injected with radioactive stuff. I know I'm doing the right thing, but I miss her, damn it, and I know that she's bored and lonely in a strange place. Last night I dreamed about her at least twice. Sigh... this week can basically go screw itself.

Now for my sad story: on Monday I took Nala to the cat hospital for thyroid treatment, and I let them take her away. Simultaneously, I was giving away a blanket I've had nearly as long as I can remember; a quilt my grandmother made me when I was 3 or 4. It was wearing out and I had thought I might be able to part with it soon...more importantly, it is Nala's favorite blanket, and so I wanted her to have it while she's in an unfamiliar place. So after a brief exam, the nice doctor bundled her up in the blanket, hugged her and took her away through a door. The doctor was the warm, bosomy, maternal type, and I have to admit that helped a bit.
They showed me the kitty condos they use for keeping the kitties, like four cubes attached together with portholes between. I am imagining her there, in the condo with the blanket, and I miss her and I know she's probably not happy. (Although, to be fair, there's also a good chance she's asleep.) Today she should have been injected with radioactive stuff. I know I'm doing the right thing, but I miss her, damn it, and I know that she's bored and lonely in a strange place. Last night I dreamed about her at least twice. Sigh... this week can basically go screw itself.

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Date: 2011-07-13 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-14 03:41 am (UTC)I'm really looking forward to it -- I won't really be able to think about anything else 100% until she's home again.
Although it sounds trite, thanks for understanding.
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:54 am (UTC)When does Nala come back home?
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Date: 2011-07-14 06:19 am (UTC)Leaving cats for treatment is another story. So hard. Having the quilt that is imbedded with your essence is good. When Vinny was in cat hospital, I did a lot of this, too. One of the Vet Tech's (Jesse) was especially good. He would hiss about having a catheter, and she would hold him tenderly but firmly and say, "Oh,Vincent."
I tend not to make the child comparison, but we dearly love our cat friends (and our other critter friends.) I think that love is important. I think that love is a big reason that house cats live longer.
Charlie and Nina and Django are all sending happy healing cat vibes to Ms. Nala.
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Date: 2011-07-14 02:06 pm (UTC)That's a long stay. :( Because of the radiation?
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Date: 2011-07-14 10:12 pm (UTC)It makes such a difference when you know they are with people who love animals as much as you do and realize that this particular animal is someone's beloved pet.
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