What a day.
Spent more time in the dentist’s chair than expected, only to discover that things had blown up at work while I was out. I’ve mostly gotten that resolved, but it has been an incredibly rough afternoon, and it looks like I’m going to have to give one guy a royal chewing out. Since he technically outranks me here, this is going to be interesting. He gave orders that something be done that got me into a LOT of trouble before I got it sorted out though, so I don’t feel too self-conscious about it. He steps on my toes, I stomp on his. That’s how the game has to be played some days.
Meanwhile, Kitten from Hell was dropped off at the vet’s 6:30 this morning, before I came into work. I just now called, and they told me that they wouldn’t have any information for me before 4:00. I was hoping to take her home today. Now it looks like they’re doing her spay far later in the day than I thought and will probably want to keep her overnight for observation. I can’t decide if I’m bummed or not. Here’s a picture of her looking pathetic, on the way to the vet’s this morning. You can see one eye glowing at the upper right of the door:
I wanted her to be all upset when I left her at the clinic, but she was having too good a time playing with the vet tech in whose capable hands I left her. She never even noticed I was leaving. I feel betrayed somehow, even though mine was the bigger betrayal. Poor kit kit. Hope she’s doing OK.
My new favorite picture of KfH:
She’s stalking the Warrior Princess and the Clueless Wonder. The big cats are “duking it out” just outside the picture, howling back and forth to each other. KfH wants a piece of the action, the little idiot. She ran off when WP and CW came to blows, though.
Finally, for your viewing pleasure:
Finally, an acceptable shot of all three cats. Not the best, but the best I can do for the moment. This was just after the fight, when everybody was trying to stand their ground in the hallway.
Right now I feel lousy. My jaw has all but locked shut from the dentist appointment, coupled with nerves from the catastrophes that awaited my return to the office. I think I’ve pissed the Professor off by back talking him in public. And I don’t know how my kitten is doing.
I want to go home.
No I don’t. I want to see my kitten an make sure she’s OK.