I am glad I am sharing life with Mitchell…
We have kittens for our anniversary present to ourselves,
and it is not quite what we anticipated.
We imagined they’d be in the bathroom for a couple days,
then be able to be introduced to Sammy, their guide to life-in-the-studio
(and to drive him crazy and keep him young — or wait, was that us?).
Nope. They have a host of issues which the foster mom (grrrrr) did not disclose.
Massive explosive runs! BOOM!
She taught them to pee on paper (AAACK! what was she thinking???)
Urinary track infection
(feeding them tuna fish didn’t help, stupid stupid stupid foster mom).
Ringworm is the worst of them, and so three weeks they are to be quarantined.
Fortunately, I had almost cleared a room for a large project in the studio,
and it doesn’t start for a couple of weeks, so they are out of the bathroom
and into their very own 300sf room with a view!
What do people do when you express a modicum of displeasure about
the many non-disclosed issues? Offer to take them back…
Nope, we are ALL OR NOTHING
people when it comes to loving.
We love them, we’ve bonded with them, and we’ve paid for their issues,
set up their space, and so, there you are, we have to deal with their STUFF.
And that is okay. Mitchell said this morning,
“Perhaps, with the peeing outside the litterbox, it is a good thing they needed to be quarantined. Kept this from happening in our offices.”
Looking on the bright side is my cheery husband’s disposition,
and I give thanks for that as well today.
Some people would be cranky, but we both adjusted to this turn fast.
We have shifts now, Him in the morning, him doing morning clean up and meds.
Me in the afternoon, exhausting with play and doing afternoon cleanup.
I have and old chair that I am going to paint and that is going into the room
with the plastic step-stool so we can both go in for the evening shift for
cuddles and the third round of medicine and cleanup.
Oh, and there will be kitten photos from time to time.
So sorry you have to deal with that!