3 posts tagged “cats”

I didn't know where else to save this, but I don't want to lose it off of my phone.  It's a text message from the remaining cat, as dictated to my lovely friend who stopped by our apartment this afternoon to make sure Stevie wasn't too lonely without Tibor.

Hallo Mama.Mir geht es gut.Gabi und Nanka haben mich geweckt,als ich so schön in Deinem und Papas Bett geschlafen habe.Aber dann habe ich einen Stick bekommen und bin gar nicht mehr böse.Jetzt sitzen wir draussen und genießen die Sonne.Ich soll schön grüßen von den Beiden.Kiss,Stevie

Translated:
Hello Mama.  I'm fine. Gabi and Nanka woke me up while I was sleeping so well on your and Papa's bed. But then they gave me some stick (ed: treats) and now I'm not angry.  Now we're sitting outside enjoying the sun.  I'm also supposed to say hi from the two of them.  Kiss, Stevie

Chalk up another point against me in 2009.  We had to put our cat Tibor to sleep over the weekend.  Poor guy's kidneys failed - there was nothing useful to be done.

Three pregnancies and one cat lost in 10 months.  Damn it.

I want a do-over.

We did a frozen embryo transfer (FET) cycle this month.  Three were thawed, two survived and were transferred.  I'm in the two week wait.  Beta is scheduled for Feb 6th.

There's been nothing to post on that front: I went for one ultrasound and bloodwork, and a week later they did the transfer.  The only drugs I'm taking are oral estrogen and vaginal progesterone.  No needles, constant blood testing, or daily transvaginal magic wanding.  

Rather boring, wouldn't you say?

We became the live-in can openers for two 14-year-old cats just after Christmas, and one of them has decided this week that my life is far too boring.  He has decided to protest Elvis-only-knows-what by peeing on the dining room table and pooping near my husband or his proxy (yesterday near his slippers, this morning on the windowsill behind the sofa where he was sitting).

What a nasty little man.  Too bad for us that he's too flippin cute and we are already in love with him.  Why does his teensy, cold heart not have room for two goofy bipeds?

Mr Twinge thinks they are mad because we kind of kick them around a bit when we are sleeping.  A goofy biped might think that sleeping next to big feet in a small bed is not optimal.  Perhaps the felines feel that we are impolite guests in their home.

I don't want to pay for more IVF psychological counseling if I don't have to (freakin expensive), but now I have to dish out for a cat psychologist.  I'm literally pussy whipped.