Lets start from the beginning shall we?
I had my sister for the weekend and Ms Scott came to pick her up Sunday evening. She was having a tantrum about something as we were leaving the apartment and as such, she was a handful. Fast forward to Monday morning and there is a lot of cat food still in the dish from the night before and Brownie is nowhere to be found. I scoured the apartment because if that much food was left, either Brownie was missing or she was dead somewhere. No dead cat, so I went to the office and asked them if they’d seen her. “Nope” But they said I could print signs and put them up.
So I printed 5 signs and hung them around the building, one on the second front door, one in the mail room.... and I spent the rest of the afternoon crying hysterically. I was so worried about her, I was so scared for her.
Tommy saw the lost cat signs when he woke up to pick up mommy from work and they came to my door once they got home. Tommy searched the whole building, all the hallways and stuff and came up empty.
We decided to get a flashlight and go to the basement because the basement is reachable from the stairs nearest my apartment with no doors in the way. The basement is a huge maze of rooms within rooms and passageways leading to nowhere. Huge rat traps everywhere. There is no rhyme or reason to the set up down there and it stinks like death and 100 year old mold.
I was calling her name and Tommy and I both heard a little bell in one mostly empty room. She was behind some big plywood boards that were leaning up against the wall. It took a minute to coax her out, but I got her. She was filthy and shaking but she was okay.
Fucking cat.
I love her so much. I’d never forgive myself if something had happened to her.
So that was Monday evening around 7pm that we found her.
Fast forward to 6am on Tuesday. My phone rings and its Ms Scott. Cassandra has a fever and we need to take her to the ER. uuuuggggg. So I took a half asleep shower and scarfed down some fig newtons and met them outside as they drove up.
She was sick, but not sick sick. Not 104 fever and dizzy so that she could barely walk sick, but she was not feeling well. We waited all of 20 minutes to be called back. I’m starting to know some of the ER staff and they are starting to recognize us. Take that for what you will.
It took a few attempts to get an IV in her and a few more to draw blood. Shes a fighter even when she is feeling/looking like death. They did a chest x-ray because she sounded a bit gurgleish and they wanted to rule out pneumonia.
By 12 pm we had a diagnosis of a urinary tract infection, Cassandra’s MO. So they hung a bag of IV antibiotics and sent us on our way with a script for a 10 day course. We got her in before she got really sick. If we’d waited even one more day, her fever would be uncontrollable, she’d be dehydrated and refusing to eat or drink and she’d be to dizzy to walk straight. So crisis addressed and defused.
I had to leave work early yesterday because I was having an asthma flare up, but with my rescue inhaler and some quiet time it eventually abated.
Today is Friday now and I work today and tomorrow then I have my three days off again. Lets hope that this “weekend” is less exciting than last.
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