Money. It’s on my mind.
Tomorrow is my third appointment at the chiropractor. It’s great, because I do think it’s helping. On Wednesday, they added a couple more things. Ultrasound on my lower back over the sprain area, and then lying on something called the rolling table. That wasn’t super comfortable because the rollers went over the sore spots in my spine repeatedly for about 7 or 8 minutes. I know it helps, but it’s still not totally fun. Overall, though, it all adds up to a cumulative effect that improves my flexibility and reduces the pain, so… I’ll take it.
It does suck that it’s $35 every time I go. So, this week alone, I am spending $105 on co-pays. NO FUN.
And I need to do it again next week. Another $105. I’m still trying to reconfigure my bank account to cover the $226 windshield last week, too. There’s honestly never enough money anymore. I seriously wonder sometimes if I am living outside my means. Maybe I should get rid of cable. I’m slowly working in the new habit of bringing lunch from home (it’s easier now since I have good reason to eat properly and there are no good salad places near my job, anyhow) so that should save some money, too.
The second unexpected expense these days is voluntary. I mean, I really do NEED to go to that chiropractor. But I don’t have a serious obligation to do the other thing, which is…
…helping an abandoned kitten my sister rescued from her property this week.
It appears that someone moved out and left the cat behind. Sigh. Why do people do this, all the time, anymore? It’s pathetic and horrible. It’s the hottest week of the year so far, and the cat was left outside. Some of the neighbors were leaving out water and some food for the cat, but she was pretty much hanging out around one apartment that’s now vacant. My sister couldn’t NOT do something about this, so she brought her cat carrier from home and, although it took two days, she was able to entice the cat to walk into the carrier without a problem. Again, this was no feral cat. This was a domesticated, sweet cat that someone just left behind, like a bag of trash.
Animal control here only accepts stray cats on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and since T caught her on Wednesday, the cat needed a place to go for a night. My house was the logical choice. Heh. Because, as everyone knows anymore, my house has a big flashing VACANCY sign outside to welcome strays. If strays were hobos in the 1920s, there would be some complementary hobo-signs carved into my fence saying I was a nice lady who could provide shelter and some food for hobo cats and hobo dogs.
Anyway, T brought the nameless kitty over before I even got home from work, and got her set up in my hall bathroom. (This was where I housed my Mom’s cat for a few nights while she was moving this winter. It’s a good place for a cat.) When I got home, I finally got to see the little thing.
She’s so small. Yet, she had to be at least 6 months old. The difference between her and Simon was so weird to me. I’m really used to seeing huge cats with muttonchops and fluffy, swishy tails. This little thing was thin, with tiny legs and a long, skinny neck. She’s very unique looking, too: she’s mostly gray, but with cream and tan coloring in there, along with dark gray/black. Not a tortie… no, some kind of cross with a Siamese, we think. Probably a flame point. Her tail is small compared to Simon’s. Thin, short-haired, and ringed gray and black like an anorexic raccoon. Yet her legs are kind of spotted. She has pretty blue eyes. Like I said, she’s unique.
And affectionate. All she wanted was to be pet. T and I spent some time just rubbing her face, neck, ears and back and she purred like CRAZY. She’d come back for more if we stopped… yeah, again, it was obvious she wasn’t a feral stray.
I didn’t want her to go near my pets, though. What if she was sick or something? I can’t put my boys at risk. So, if she was going to stay any length of time, she had to be checked out by a vet.
A nd something inside of me very calmly, very easily, just knew she was staying. T clearly wanted me to “try her out” too before we took her to the pound. I can’t explain it, why this is just so mellow and non-stressful. I KNOW I have no extra money right now, yet I was suddenly resolved that I’d spend some money making sure she was healthy, had her shots, and was spayed, no question. Even if I wasn’t going to ultimately keep her myself, I want to adopt out a healthy, spayed cat to the right home. I can’t NOT do the responsible thing and get her taken care of. It was settled within minutes, in my mind, that this was OK and what I was supposed to do in this situation, right now.
Soooo… this afternoon, I took her to the vet after work for a checkup and to get her shots. $172 later, we left.
She is probably between 10 and 12 months old, and seems to be healthy, but I’m waiting for the blood test results, which should be tomorrow or Saturday, before she can get close to Hurley and Simon. However, there is one intriguing and sad problem: She recently had kittens. The vet showed me that she was still lactating. She didn’t seem to have given birth recently, so that was somewhat comforting. (I keep thinking of tiny, helpless, starving kittens looking for their mamma and I want to cry!) Maybe her kittens were older. But where were they?
I texted T and she immediately put the word out to her maintenance guys to be on the lookout for any kittens on the property. Everyone’s a huge animal lover there, so they’re definitely going to look everywhere they can. I suspect that the cat’s owners either got rid of the kittens recently (hopefully by finding them new homes and not something worse), or took them with them when they skipped out. But who could leave a mother cat behind like that?! It makes my blood boil, and I don’t even know what the real story is! Just thinking of the possibilities pisses me off.
She needs to be spayed SOON. She’s not that far off from going back into heat again, and as Will Smith would so eloquently say: Oh, HELLLLLL no! I’m not having that. Nope. Now I am looking up low cost spay clinics, and fortunately there are a lot of options to choose from. (My vet quoted me the cost of spaying her. Guess what it is? $600! SERIOUSLY. They are charging that kind of money to do a spay. Holy shit, that’s highway robbery! I am absolutely not paying that when I know the clinic where Simon was neutered charged $50, for instance.) I hope to get it done maybe even this weekend. We’ll see.
I am having camera issues, both with my phone camera and my regular camera (the computer won’t recognize it all the sudden, for some reason so I need to play around for awhile to figure it out), but I’ll hopefully get some photos of her soon. I hesitate to announce this on a widescale basis, yet. Because I don’t really know what’s gonna happen.
If Simon and Hurley do not like her, she can’t be our cat. It’s as simple as that. They come first. ALWAYS.
But once things are proven to “be cool,” then I will say something on Facebook or wherever. For now, though, it’s just a possibility. A pricey possibility, for me, but still.
Things happen. I guess this is better than me blowing a bunch of money on clothes, music, books, shows, etc… Yeah. Yeah. As fun? Maybe not, but what can I do, really? I’m destined to a) spend lots of money on medical bills anymore and b) help homeless animals. It’s who I am, and what my bank account is getting used to.
So, stay tuned. It’ll be an interesting weekend, I think! (I have a Saturday morning practice with TNT, too. I’m going, but just walking.)