The last 30 hours have been pretty hard. For the first time we – I know I did – felt what it’s like to have a kid… Taking the cat to the vet and worrying about the surgery was only the begining! The shitty part began when we brought her home. She looked like she was drunk only it wasn’t funny – he eyes were moving pretty independantly from each other and her head’s spastic moves reminded me of old Donald Duck cartoons. Of course I freak out and order Alex to get off the phone… I call the vet – I’m told it’s normal… to put her in a dark, cool place…  the light irritates her apparently. Only we’re first timers so it wasn’t apparent to us.

She spent the first 9 hours in the carrier, covered with a towell over it to shade her from light and noise. Sasha and I took turns peeking into the bedroom with a flash light to check on her.

By midnight Levin and his gf leave. Im glad they were over. It helped me keep my mind off the cat half the time. We didn’t do the dishes… we left the table with coffee cups on it and raced to the bedroom… just sat there keeping her company. (I gave Halva her painkiller sometime between steak and desert. She seems better- her eyes followed me in the room… she knew she was home. )

2am: I let her out… she wanted to pee Sasha takes her to the bathroom… she pees and even eats a bit.

The next two hours she spends in the middle of the bed, sleeping off and on. Not a lot of space for Sashka and I left but our spines will have have to forgive us. Sashka starts to talk thru his sleep so I bite the lip and move the cat from her comfy position. She’s fine.  Her purring habbits got back to normal – she’s fine again! The three of us squeeze in on the queen bed. I remember thinking about the remodeling show I saw three years ago: a millionier bought his pregnant wife a 20ftx20ft bed to sleep on. I know why he bought it now… And at that point I wish I had a drink earlier.

4am: she makes herself comfy behind my back and at 6 she starts to move around the bed, jumping thru Alex and jumps down on the floor, I get up… my body feels stale, I’m tired, I’m half asleep but I don’t care - get down with her… she starts to walk around the bedroom looking for a comfy spot to pee, I get her to the barthroom she’s walks 80% better. She pees, I check for abnormal discharges – find nothing: GOOD NEWS! I perked up and and run to the kitchen: find her pills, dunk it in butter (so it goes down her throat faster/better), I come back to cat that’s spread out on the rug, her shaved belly clashes with her look – she wants to be petted. I do some of that slip the pill down her throat just like the night before and back to the bedroom we go. She perks up ALOT.

7am: I add dry food to her watered down canned. She eats like normal.He bottom part of the body moves with her now instead of dragging like earlier in the day. She’s good! I can finaly pass out now.

11am: Sashka and I wake up: she’s playing with something – it’s making noise. Sasha takes her to pee, he brushes his teeth… we’re tired, hardly got any sleep. We let her walk thru the whole apt. She perks up and wants to play only she’s not aloowed.  We all get into the bedroom, hop into the bed hoping she’ll join us. Eventually she does and fall asleep under Sashka arm, on his shoulder – she took my spot, bitch! And I wish that I cared… I’m too tired to think.

It’s 1:02pm and I want to spend Sunday like a weekend day. I’m gonna call Pashka see if he wants to come over and have some leftovers steak with us.