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Operation Cat To The Vet A Success

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We did it!!  We got the cat to the vet.  After the realisation last night that I was going to have to take said cat to the vet with a toddler started to sink in, so did the worry.  How am I going to deal with a cat and Miss Up/Down in a waiting room.  We were going to the open surgery at 9 am, so I had no idea how long I would be hanging around waiting.  What if Miss e gets fed up and cranky?  What if I put her down and she becomes a nuisance to other pet owners.  What if she picks the wrong dog to pet?!  My girl loves her animals just like her mama, but she hasn’t quite got that not all animals are as friendly as the ones in her inner circle.  What if she starts screeching and I can’t have a conversation with the vet about what to do with the cat?  What if, what if, what if.  The answer then became incredibly clear and was oh so simple: use a wrap!  We love babywearing and I’ve written about it a bit in the beginning few months. Duh, of course I should use a wrap!!  I set off just after 8 am with Miss E and wrap in tow.  The owner had warned me the cat was a nightmare to get in the carrier, so you better believe I was praying like crazy, begging God to let him just sit serenely in the carrier while I got the door closed.

We got the house, and first thing was this was not the simple kind of pet carrier I’m used to with the little front opening door.  No, this carrier had a top that came completely off with weird claspy clip things that were such a faff to figure out and close……..cue more prayer!  I closed the kitchen door so he couldn’t escape as I was told he hides in the most awkward places when he sees this carrier.  I picked him up, put him in and he gave a bit of a struggle, but nothing like I was expecting and I managed to get him securely held inside….thank you Lord!  Off we set to the vets.  The cat was making weird noises, but at the same time it also sounded like Miss E was using the same weird pitch to say hello…..I still haven’t figured out whether it was her or the cat all the time but on the way home after dropping the cat off she said nothing which makes me think it was all the cat.  So my journey to and from the surgery consisted of me alternating between, “It’s ok, A.” and “Hello, Miss E!”

Once at the surgery I got Miss E securely wrapped to my front…..oh how I love wraps….and took A inside.  We had to wait a little while, and the whole time I was so thankful I did not have to hold both the cat in his carrier(that was heavy enough with the use of two hands!!)and a wriggly toddler.  Miss E loved the animals, both in real life and on various posters.  We got the kitty sorted with a few injections and some medication to take with us, and we got him back home.  Once at home, the cat went outside and sulked on the patio.  He refused to look at me!  Thankfully, his owners had already decided to cut their vacation short due to rainy weather, so I don’t have to attempt getting tablets and a pro-biotic paste into the cat!

I’m pleased it’s all over and yet again, babywearing has saved the day!

Time To Call It A Day?

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Well, before we left one of the cats I was caring for ran off the first day I took over their care which was rather stressful.  On Tuesday, I took over caring for another cat, my all time favourite.  Usually, this goes without a hitch.  I’ve never had any issues with him, and, after the stress of my last charges, I was looking forward to an easy time of it.  Alas, it has not been so.  The cat has had a poorly tummy.  Thinking this was due to some of his treats, I stopped these, but it hasn’t helped.  I decided it was time to let his owner know.  She had me call the vet this evening and now I have to take him in the morning as he may need antibiotics.  Since starting pet sitting at the beginning of 2011, I have never ever had to take any of my furry friends to their vets.  So this is a first.  I am wondering how I am going to deal with a cat who hates to be in a cat basket and at the vet along with a toddler.  This has got me wondering if it’s time to give up pet sitting entirely.  It was fine before becoming a mummy as I had all the time in the world, could stay late, go at any time of the day etc to deal with the pets.  Now, my main priority is Miss E and the past two jobs I’ve had on have caused more stress than I need.  I shouldn’t have to drive around housing estates and worry about a missing cat, and I don’t really have the same freedom any more to be running to a vets with someone’s pet.  The extra pocket money is nice, but I’m beginning to wonder if it’s worth it.  So, I guess I have some soul searching to do and some praying as well.  Maybe this is God’s way of telling me it’s time to call it a day….

A Week To Forget

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This has been a bad week, a very bad week for many reasons!  The week starts on Saturday past.  When I left teaching, I started up my own pet sitting business which was going well and it also funded my reflexology studies.  Since having my daughter, I have cut way back and don’t take on any new clients, but I still do the odd week here and there for clients I already had previously.  So, Saturday saw the start of me looking after 4 cats and a rabbit.

When I went to get the keys etc I was told that one cat I had looked after before had died and had been replaced by a new cat.  The cat was brought in so I could see it.  As it turns out, it was to be one of the only glimpses I got of her!  On Saturday morning, I got to the house and couldn’t get in.  I turned the key, pushed down on the handle…nothing.  I wiggled and jiggled the door this way and that…still nothing.  It was as if there were locks on the inside stopping it from opening, which I knew wasn’t the case.  Mr P assumed there was some knack I clearly didn’t know and he’d be able to get in.  So an hour later with Miss E in tow we went back again.  He couldn’t get in either.  The panic that welled up inside as 4 hungry looking cats peered back at me wanting fed and wanting to get out.  A neighbour was in his garden and asked if we wanted help, after a few minutes, somehow he got the door open, not even he knew how.  At least we were in!  Thankfully, there is a gated to access the back, so I have since been using the patio door key to let myself in and going out the front door…yep, it works fine on the other side!

So, we’re in.  All cats are meowing but the new one is going totally mental.  At first, I thought she was playing, but then I realised she was absolutely terrified.  Every room we both found ourselves in she was clambouring at everything to get away from me even climbing up the kitchen blinds.  As soon as I opened the back door to let them out, that cat was off like a rocket.  Silly me, thought she would be back that evening, but oh no.  Repeated checks turned up nothing til after 11pm when she dashed off yet again.  She was not seen again until Monday morning when I opened the back door to go feed the rabbit and she almost came in until she saw it was me and she took off yet again.  She has not been seen since despite repeated callings, drives round the neighbourhood, later night trips back to see if she’s returned.  No sign of her.  So this is a major stress and oh how I wish I got paid for overtime!

The major underlying stress is a trip we are taking to allow Miss E to meet all her relatives on my side of the family.  She has yet to meet any besides my parents and brother who all live here in England.  So tomorrow we shall be catching the ferry.  Im not looking forward to the travel time, the sleeping on a ferry, the dealing with a toddler who does not want to go visiting lots of strangers all day and ends up having repeated meltdowns out of boredom and frustration.  Oh the joys I am imagining!  Add to this that Miss E’s body has decided now would be a good time for her to ramp up the teething process again, so cue bad sleeping, clingy fussy baby and it’s a good recipe for disaster.

We planned our trip to coincide with a wedding which we were invited to.  Since losing loads of weight being on the anti candida diet, all my lovely dresses no longer fit me.  I had eyed up some dresses to match a pair of shoes I have already, but then discovered that a friend of ours was setting up her own sewing business making bunting, cushions etc and also doing alterations.  Great!  No need to buy a new dress.  I had the perfect dress already in the closet; it just needed a little nip and tuck here and there.  I took a few skirts and the dress round and was told they would be ready at the end of the following week.  Two weeks later, still nothing and no word.  More time passes and I am getting anxious!!  I fiiiiiiiiiinally get them back.  The skirts fit fine, so I didn’t try the dress on until last night (remember we travel Friday).  MAJOR< MAJOR mistake!!  I could barely get into the dress, and there was NO way that dress was zipping up.  It was snug when she pinned it and I asked her to loosen it then!  And as well as that it wasn’t straight anymore.  Needless to say the dress is no longer fit for purpose even if I could squeeze into it!   Cue mild cardiac arrest at 10pm last night.  Time to do some internet searching to try and find a dress that matches the shoes and stuff I already have.  I found quite a few, but the majority were out of stock in my size or had a two week wait!  I ended up ordering three as I have no idea which size I need and which one works best(two will obviously be returned pronto!).  Two have just arrived while I have been writing this (thank you, Lord, for same day delivery), and I just need to hope that one of them fits and works, and the other turns up early tomorrow and fits so I can choose.  If they’re too big, or too small, I am heading on that ferry tomorrow night with no dress for a wedding the following week!!!  Never in my life have I been so unprepared for such an occasion!

And that, my friends, has pretty much been how my week has played out, one thing after another.  I am surprised I’ve still got it somewhat together!  Anyone else had such manic, crazy, stressful weeks they’d like to share?

Mother’s Day

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How’s your day going?  Father, mother, whoever you may be?  Like I mentioned, yesterday, today in the UK is Mother’s Day.  I was looking forward to a nice, relaxing day.  Last year, I was bed ridden most of the day, and Miss E screamed the whole day (she liked to do a lot of screaming at that point in her little life), but she was quiet for long enough for us to all get out in the evening last-minute for dinner.  I don’t know how your day is going, whether or not you are celebrating Mother’s Day, but here’s how mine has gone.

8:30am: wake up, feed daughter, have some laughs and cuddles in bed.  So far so good with this nice, relaxing day stuff!  Husband takes daughter downstairs to play and get the breakfast ready while I call my mum to wish her a happy Mother’s Day.

9:30am: finally come downstairs and play a bit with Miss E who has her porridge (my can than child eat porridge!) and then we all have some yummy pancakes made by the lovely husband.  We chill over some hot drinks-obviously not Miss E who will not drink anything but water(we have tried with watered down 100% fruit juice as a special treat on days like today and she tastes it, spits it out and shakes her head no).  I am doing some cat sitting this weather, as, before Miss E came along I had a pet sitting business.  I say, had, I still do, although only for past clients and now only cats and small pets.  So we thought it was time to go see to this cat.  My husband’s had to tend to him the past few days as I have been so poorly with the goings on, and I wanted to go today but wasn’t up to driving.

As it was getting on a bit in the morning, we decided to just grab some clothes and go and we’d shower once we were back.  He doesn’t live far away and he tends to go out in the day, so we hadn’t been planning on being out long.  It had snowed overnight, but Miss E’s coat was in the wash due to her being sick on it.  Foolishly we thought for the short distance we were going, all would be fine.  Off we set, unwashed in random clothes, Miss E coatless.  So far so good.

We get to a hill where there is a gear change needed due to traffic slowing down and the car starts juddering and doesn’t seem to want to go into gear.  We had a problem with our other car while I was pregnant with Miss E where the clutch went entirely in a similar situation, so we thought oh great………….but the cause was a lack of petrol!!  The car shuddered to a halt.  Now what?  Miss E had no coat, my husband had no phone as it was at home charging.  The nearest petrol station was a good walk away, which would have meant my husband leaving us by the car or us walking quite a way to somewhere to stand in a store waiting…one of us without a phone.

We got out of the car and I wrapped Miss E up in my coat, and there we stood.  My husband tried calling the breakdown service, but my phone is so terrible that it kept cutting off on him while he was waiting in the queue of calls.  So there we were, stood out in the cold with the snowflakes gently falling, wondering what we were going to do.  Cars passed us by, but no one came.  My husband decided Miss E and I needed to get back into the car as it was so cold and neither of us were really dressed for it, and he got in again too to try to call the breakdown service again.  A man then passed by who looked in and while my husband was trying to get out to talk to him to see if he could maybe use his phone, he walked off!  My heart sank a little, but just as he walked off a man came up to my window.  I opened it and he said to my husband, are you ok, where do you live?  So my husband said we live in X which is the next town over, and he said, “Would you like me to take your wife and daughter home for you?  I have my son in the car.  This is no weather to be stood outside!  We saw you stood out on the side of the road, but I wasn’t able to stop, so we had to go round again(basically in a loop to get back to where we were stuck).”  My husband told him he thought it was just a case of the car having run out of juice, so he told us all to get into his car, lock our car up and he drove us to the nearest petrol station-Miss E without a car seat, so, thankfully, the police weren’t around.  My husband filled a can up, and he drove us back.  He had me and Miss E wait in his nice warm car til he was sure the can of petrol would do the trick to get us moving again.  Praise the Lord it did!  And praise the Lord for kind Samaritans who stop and help!  Turns out this man was a long haul truck driver and he often sees breakdowns and stops to help as “there’s nothing worse than being stood by the side of the road.”

Finally we got to the cat, sorted him out, got home, showered and my husband cooked a lovely dinner for us all.  I am feeling rather ill from being gassed out on petrol fumes, but so thankful for kindness in humanity that got us sorted out so we could fill up the tank a some more and get home and have a laugh about this rather eventful Mother’s Day! 🙂