But on Saturday, I lost my cat Zephyr. She was an old cat, probably around 15 years old (older than my youngest brother). She came into our house after her original owner died. My mother's friend asked us if we would take her in, and despite her being a grumpy antisocial cat we loved her anyway. Kathy, my mom's friend, remarked that after two months with us she acted completely different, and even looked more friendly. But she had gotten fleas from sneaking outside, and since dad wouldn't pay for anything like actual medicine she just got worse and worse. I think she got anemia from having fleas and just got too weak to eat or drink, and started getting thinner and thinner. When I was home this weekend she was so sick that she couldn't even walk. My mom, my sister and I sat around Zephyr, crying, as mom called a vet. We were going to put her down so she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. It was traumatic to say the least to see this once-gorgeous cat near death, and I can't help but feel guilty because we didn't do anything for her until it was too late. I suppose euthanasia is a better way to go than death by starvation, but I wish we could have nursed her back to health instead. I will sorely miss that bitchy ol' kitty.
However... our outside cat (a stray we started feeding, basically) had babies a while back and they're almost 8 weeks now. They're so adorable! Watching pint-sized kitties fighting is pretty much the coolest thing ever. And while we'll all miss Zephyr, the kitties bring new life to our house. I hope we keep them all because I'd hate to give any of them away, I love them so much :D
And then, after an already traumatic weekend, my roommate calls me and tells me our dorm room flooded. What?? exactly. It's a good thing she stayed over the weekend because she managed to save most of our electronics from impending doom. Apparently the room across from ours flooded from water through the window (we're in the basement) and it started creeping down the hallway. So... we moved! It sucked having to move into a dorm room AGAIN, but this room has better furniture. So I guess it was worth it. Plus, the college will reimburse us for whatever got ruined in the flood, so there's a small comfort. The only bad thing about this new room is it's missing a heater D: of course we don't need it now but it'd be nice to have something for when winter comes, especially if we have another Ice Storm of Death like last year.
So there it is. My NotSoGoodWeek in review. But with the promise of employment, things are lookin' up. I do so love being able to buy things :DDD
