blamebrampton | It's not good ...

Just back from emergency cat hospital. Min was gasping for breath when she came in this evening so we whisked her over to our vet and they popped her on oxygen and then sent us over to the specialist vet on the other side of the Bridge.

Our local vet was all: they can give her better treatment and help her to get some more air in, and she might need to stay there overnight.
Emergency vet was rather: prepare yourself for the worst, she may well not make it.

We are now back home, very sombre, and just hoping that emergency vet is one of those "I'll give you the worst-case scenario because then I'll look really good when it doesn't happen" people.

I am very worried. I know she's just a cat, but she's our Min cat and she's a part of the household. Not to mention her many fans around the neighbourhood -- she's the most famously bad tempered cat in the Inner West and people take it as a mark of achievement if they can convince her to let them pat her.

On the less important to me side, this meant the 6am USEST Springsmut posting was late (I was roped into that this afternoon when I foolishly answered an IM from

nqdonne. I should know only to chat with her in her mornings when it is always amusing goss time.) If you know anyone who was deeply disturbed by that, just reassure them that it was an actual emergency.

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It's really not been a good month for my mental health!

Oh, dear. Poor Min. Poor you. *pats you both gently*

Thank you. I am staying up late and eating chocolate and writing the angsty part of my worldcup fic, as I feel I am in touch with my inner sad at the moment. Pats are very much appreciated.

*cuddles you*

Thanks. I know that worse things happen at sea, but I really do care deeply for my cat. And not being able to cure her suffering instantly is horrible. I do not know how you manage with a miniature person, I would never sleep.

i'm so sorry about your kitty. :( she's NOT just a cat...she's family. ♥

Since she's been in her own room and sleeping all the way through, I'm up maybe 3 or 4 times a night to check she's still breathing. And that's every night. Other mothers tell me this never goes away.

:(

There's nothing wrong with loving your cat. That's a miniature person with a personality, isn't it?

She is just a cat, but she's *also* family. And, really, I'd rather pay for her to get better than for some members of my family ... I wonder if I can trade my mother's evil brother for her? He brings no joy to anyone, while she makes many people happy!

hahahaha! i wonder how he would feel about that? being traded for a cat's life. :D

I can say without fear of contradiction that it would be the most selfless act of his life. And mum would agree with me that the cat is the better trade!

With most of the cats I have owned I have been aware that their love for me could be bought with anyone possessed of a comfy spot and tin opener. Min, on the other hand, deliberately chose us, over her original people, over Lyn the mad neighbour who tried to woo her with food, over the other neighbours who would call to her in the days when she was mostly roaming. And she trusts us. She is happy to see us when we come home and when we pick her up from the vet, she lets us carry her (no one else is allowed to), she sits on our feet if we've been away.

When my nephew was small and he would stay with us I would always make him up a cot in our room and we would have a pyjama party, because of The Fear. My half sister would laugh at me. She is preternaturally calm ... possibly a bit dim.

Well, whichever way things go with Min, perhaps you can dedicate your worldcup fic to her.

*pats* *chocolate*

There' somthing to this notion that animals have souls. You have a clear bond with Min, and that sort of thing is priceless.

I think she took one look at me -- stumpy grumpy and limpy -- and decided "That's my kind of human!"

Don't forget the coin-bouncy bottom.

I think I'll sneak in a bad-tempered cat, regardless. Everyone deserves one. I have run out of chocolate and am down to Milo. It's grim. I may need to try and sleep. Or alphabetise the CDs.

Alas, that was at the peak of my cycling days. The accident that caused the limpiness has seen it become more of a not too bad considering bottom. I need to move to a city where I can put in 150km a week on the roads without being run over.

I have a mountain bike. We used to cycle every Sunday before I got pregnant - tried once or twice while I was pregnant but it was too hard. Too knackering. I have an extra wide seat, but I still have to lift the side flaps up to be able to disengage my bum or else the vacuum effect would keep my stuck to the saddle indefinitely.

*hugs* Hope she gets better, I know it's not easy to see a pet you care so much about hurting. Pets are family, like every one else has said by now.

*Googles Milo* Hmmm.

I find alphabetizing things to be very soothing. *nod* Also laundry. I love doing the laundry in a way that is possibly not quite wholesome.

Sleep is also good, though.

Hee! My friend Trace used to have the same complaint. So we found her a recumbant bike that allowed her to cycle from a comfortable reclining position. What I forgot to factor in was that these bikes are immensely more efficient than my standard model. So I went from being Ms Here Let Me Go Slowly For You, to Ms Please Just Let Me Stop And Breathe.

Extra wide seats with gel are beautiful things for any arse.

I even have some of those oh-so attractive lycra shorts with the suede gusset. I've never worn them without pants on though, despite the temptation.

:D

Thank you. It sounds silly, but having lj people sharing good wishes is immensely better than going to sleep and worrying until the sun comes up. And I do actually believe that hope helps, even if it just helps you come through bad news at the end.

I love those! I suspect they kept me alive ... I used to have a 20km commute to one of my jobs down a highway and then along three busy roads, all of which were full of work-destined motorists and lorries, almost all of which were driven by men. I would wear a pair of lycra shorts or tights with a flippy miniskirt over the top and a lycra top with a push-up bra underneath. I rode in and out at the same time every day. Lorry drivers would wait patiently behind me until a safe overtaking opportunity presented itself, motorists would wave and grin as they drove past. It was the safest I ever felt cycling in Sydney.

One day I hit some glass and punctured my tyre, so stopped by the side of the road to fix it. Two cars stopped to help me, and both the drivers said "Cycling girl! Good to meet you!" They didn't press phone numbers on me, they were polite and helpful, but they both joked about how it was cheery to see me in my little flippy skirts every morning and afternoon doing my bit against global warming.

I recounted this story to a friend in the lift at work the next day. I jokingly said "But I'm left wondering why the women motorists don't cause me grief."

She grinned and said "It's because they're all running the cost-benefit analysis: is it worth turning up at work covered in sweat and with hair like a bird's nest for those thighs? Or should I just kick it harder at he gym?" Up until then I had been convinced the deodorant was working ...

Milo is really not what it could be in the chocolate department. Although it does taste better than cereal-based beverage would lead you to believe.

Laundry is a good idea. I might deal with the whites and then see if I can sleep.

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