You Want To What???

You know the goofy image of the German Shepard clinging to the doorframe at the vets..... Wait, I'll find it....

This is it. I've always seen it w/ the caption "They're going to cut off my what?!?"

This has come to mind several time over the last few weeks.

Here's what happened...

I'm at work having a blah blah day. I think to myself, "Hey we really need to get Dusk into the vet for his shots and make an appointment to have him neutered."

It had become a common thing to see him trying desperately, though unsuccessfully to screw Snowy.

A few texts back and forth and J is set to take him in. We have had the same pet carrier for years, though it had been used maybe 6 times. Never had a problem w/ it.

As I am getting into the car at the end of the day I check my messages and find this from J, "Dusk got out of the carrier and is gone. Help me please."

As the story goes, J and Lil B were venturing to the vet w/ Dusk in the carrier. As they were literally walking in the door to the vet's, Dusk went totally apeshit and bust through the bottom of the carrier. He was gone in a flash.

J said he was stunned for the first few seconds and then tried as best he could to chase after the cat while carrying Lil B who by this time was also quite freaked at the situation. I got Big B and between the 2 cars, we covered every inch we could, looking at every crevice. No Dusk to be found, finally ending the search that day when it was too dark to see anything.

We made signs the following day and have yet to get anything but a few pranks calls from a little punk responding to the signs Big B made saying "Lost Gray Cat", calling to inform us that he had found our Lost Gay Cat, real original huh? I'd call him a dork, but I am a dork and I like dorks, and since he's a kid I won't go into anything worse about him.

He called and got my voicemail a few times until I finally caught one of the calls. There was silence when he realized I was on the line. Then he tried to fake a deep voice saying "Hello", I immediately went all "Mom" on his juvenile ass. Not that he cared, but I ended the brief tirade w/ "You need to stop this now, it is very disrespectful", throwing in an added "Do you understand me" for some unknown reason, though it was fitting.

Still nothing, not even a sighting. We have accepted the fact that he is gone but the new development is that - Snowy is pregnant. Her growing belly can no longer be ignored, but I have yet to confirm this w/ her own trip to the vet. It is just a known, but rarely mentioned thing as of yet, I'm afraid we need to get busy understanding, learning or just dealing and coping w/ the fact though - UGH!

The idea of her being a Mommy is good. The thought of having kittens in the house is fine, adorable even. The thought of giving the kittens away, torture. I can't even think of it, much less do it. As a Mom and a terribly emotional person, I just think of that angst, having your babies disappear one by one.

We'll do what we gotta.................................Want a kitten?