The Law Of Three
They say bad things happen in threes. The way my week is going, I’m sorely tempted to hope that’s true.
Two days ago, my cat Remy ran away. Considering the busy highway behind our house, I’d assumed the worst and decided that if he wasn’t home by tomorrow I’d put away his litter box, food bowl and toys. We found him just an hour ago under the lanai where he’d obviously been for a while. His leg looks broken, and he’s pretty banged up but, surprisingly, he purred as I carried him into the house. Hubby’s driving Remy to the animal hospital right now, and I’m hoping to bring him home in the morning.
I would’ve taken the cat to the vet myself, but I have to stay home with my 4-year-old son who sprained his ankle yesterday when he slipped on the kitchen floor. (I’d just mopped.) Although it obviously hurts, he’s in good spirits and clearly enjoys having Mom carry him from one pile of toys to another. Of course, my back is killing me from all of the bending and lifting, but my house is staying neat as a pin now that the Big-Eyed Boy is limited in the area he can mess up.
As luck would have it, just as my cat and my son need extra TLC and round-the-clock attention, the Venomous Hubby is set to leave tomorrow for a 3-week TDY at various points throughout the Pacific, during which time we’ll have little to no contact. Since we don’t have family on the island or even a regular babysitter, and my son can’t go to preschool with a sprained ankle, that means I’m on full-time parenting duty for the rest of the month.
I am sorely tempted to add a third leg injury to our little family. Problem is, I don’t know whether to break Hubby’s or my own.
UPDATE: My cat is dead. It’s a good thing Hubby doesn’t leave until tomorrow, because I need a martini tonight.
Sheesh….if you break his leg….then you will have to carry *him* around from one pile of toys to another !
nah, you can give him crutches.
easy choice, don’t ruin one of your own perfect legs……
I am sorry to hear about the cat.
I’m really sorry that Remy didn’t make it.
Condolences for your kitty, always hurts when a friend goes.
Sorry about the poor kitty cat.
I am so sorry about your poor kitty. And I hope your son’s ankle heals up quickly so you don’t have to do quite so much lifting.
so sorry about your cat, kate…and hope the young man heals soon…and that hubby comes home soon and the martinis flow like spring water!
Oh, no. What happened to poor Remy once he got to the vet’s (or was he just not a candidate for surgery)?
A cat of my mother’s had a hip fracture repaired (hit by a car). When my father realized what she paid to have that done–about $500, and this over 15 years ago–he was furious. But the cat, only four years old when it happened, lived another 10 years afterwards–proving again that the mother is always right.
So sorry to hear about the run of bad luck. Sprained ankles and TDY’s are bad enough, but to lose a pet on top of that…
I’m sorry to hear about your cat.
Sometimes, things just suck. You are getting more than your share, it would seem. Sending you a psychic wish for a better tomorrow *ping* – got it? Right?
A meow, not a hiss …
Having a cat of my own, I sympathize with your loss. As you say, Remy purred to the end. I know he shall be missed.
Can you please post a picture of Remy here on your site? It would be a great tribute to a great furry friend! >^..^<
I’m so sorry about your cat. Hope your boy heals quickly…
wow. sorry about all that! Hope things look better
Sorry to hear about your cat, Kate. It’s losing a family member.