Dropped the kids off at school, and met a friend to walk the dogs at 8.15am.
Took dogs on long hike, had a good natter, laughed about her hamster/cat veterinary emergencies; home by 10am feeling smug.
Came around the kitchen counter to discover Kiwi (small black bad tempered cat) missing half her lower jaw, covered in mud, dripping blood (on cream carpet).
Hyperventilated, called vet we had been talking about only minutes before, scooped up cat, sped to vet. Waited, hyperventilated some more.
Cat examined, probably hit by car (better than the chewing by coyotes which was my guess) kept in for xrays and further examination.
Came home to do accounts, pay bills etc, and generally try to fulfill aforementioned list.
Called vet, cat needs surgery, go to see cat and get estimate of damage (physical and financial). 1654 bucks.
Collect children, buy food for dinner (should be ramen noodles for the foreseeable future); bring kids home, start cooking tea.
Husband arrives home, tells kids about cat (I was keeping it quiet, as they wouldn't notice her absence for a couple of days and then it would look a lot better) then wants to know what the red patches on the carpet are..
Calm daughter down, by now kitchen is full of smoke from burning burgers, go to tell son to walk dogs and ask him about his day (good parent moment), husband helping daughter with homework (another good parent moment) oblivious to 2 dogs now heading out into the great blue yonder....
Dinner is now cooked, but all recipients are scouring the countryside for the name-tag-less dogs who had their new name tags ordered 48 hours ago and will probably arrive tomorrow, just in time to label their coffins...
Dogs finally return, looking very pleased with themselves, I start swigging from a large glass of wine, husband starts using foul language in reference to daughter's maths homework, and the kids won't eat their tea because it's cold...
You've got to laugh.
Dogs finally return, looking very pleased with themselves, I start swigging from a large glass of wine, husband starts using foul language in reference to daughter's maths homework, and the kids won't eat their tea because it's cold...
You've got to laugh.