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Had to haul the king-size memory-foam mattress off our bed to get the cat out from under it. That was a great time. My bedroom is destroyed. I have to go back and put it all back to rights, now.
Could not get the cat into a cat carrier. Put her into a box instead. A cardboard Blue Apron box that I stabbed a bunch of holes into. They’re regularly-spaced and perfectly-triangular but I very clearly used a kitchen knife to do it in some haste.
Got her to the boarding place. They’re located in a building that used to house an SPCA, so they saw the cardboard box and thought we were bringing them wildlife of some kind.
As there was a barking dog behind the counter, the cardboard box was uncharacteristically silent. Chita is goddamn terrified of dogs. I was not pleased. The place clearly mostly caters to dogs. The main entryway is filled with glass-walled cubicles in bright colors, clearly set up for large dogs.
But down a quiet dim hallway, concrete-block and grim, there’s a series of little rooms, and they have smaller cubicles, and there’s the little cubicles with cat trees in them. I set the box down and Chita sat there hunched in it and wouldn’t come out. (Because the fucking dog wouldn’t stop fucking barking. It wasn’t a customer’s dog, it was an employee’s.)
“Sorry, buddy,” I told her, and have come home to try and figure out how to cram my entire life into a reasonable amount of space so my sister can stay in my house overnight while I’m gone, and also so I can get to Maryland with all the items I’m supposed to bring with me.
Meanwhile, the Maryland kinfolks have all succumbed to strep throat. They’ve just started antibiotics today, so they’re still contagious, but Lysol is being liberally deployed.
I guess we’ll find out in two weeks if we all get it too.
We’ll find out in ten days, however, whether Chita forgives us for Abandoning her.
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Had to haul the king-size memory-foam mattress off our bed to get the cat out from under it. That was a great time. My bedroom is destroyed. I have to go back and put it all back to rights, now.
Could not get the cat into a cat carrier. Put her into a box instead. A cardboard Blue Apron box that I stabbed a bunch of holes into. They’re regularly-spaced and perfectly-triangular but I very clearly used a kitchen knife to do it in some haste.
Got her to the boarding place. They’re located in a building that used to house an SPCA, so they saw the cardboard box and thought we were bringing them wildlife of some kind.
As there was a barking dog behind the counter, the cardboard box was uncharacteristically silent. Chita is goddamn terrified of dogs. I was not pleased. The place clearly mostly caters to dogs. The main entryway is filled with glass-walled cubicles in bright colors, clearly set up for large dogs.
But down a quiet dim hallway, concrete-block and grim, there’s a series of little rooms, and they have smaller cubicles, and there’s the little cubicles with cat trees in them. I set the box down and Chita sat there hunched in it and wouldn’t come out. (Because the fucking dog wouldn’t stop fucking barking. It wasn’t a customer’s dog, it was an employee’s.)
“Sorry, buddy,” I told her, and have come home to try and figure out how to cram my entire life into a reasonable amount of space so my sister can stay in my house overnight while I’m gone, and also so I can get to Maryland with all the items I’m supposed to bring with me.
Meanwhile, the Maryland kinfolks have all succumbed to strep throat. They’ve just started antibiotics today, so they’re still contagious, but Lysol is being liberally deployed.
I guess we’ll find out in two weeks if we all get it too.
We’ll find out in ten days, however, whether Chita forgives us for Abandoning her.
(Your picture was not posted)
