Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Kitty Surgery

It was inevitable. I could only put it off for so long. Three long years went by...and kitty still had her ovaries. Now, let this be a disclaimer: if you hate animals...or cats...stop reading this post right now. Walk away. Shut off the computer. Do not read another line. Because this post, inevitably, is all about the one thing you hate.

Back to the point. So, after years of putting off the dreaded ovary removal. It was time. I could only take so much torture. And as you may have noticed from my last entry...kitty was torturing me with her pain. Siamese cats are known for their...ahem..unique personalities...but try having a unique personality go into "heat" for a week. That is seven days. So, I swallowed my ability to overlook kitty's flaws and I did the unthinkable. I called the vet. Her appointment was set into stone upon my stark white calendar. There was no going back now.

Unfortunately, kitty's big day did not come without inflicting pain upon me as well. I had to crawl out of bed at 6:00 a.m and drive on dark roads to a destination that was, in the boonies. Horror movie material. Not to mention, I got lost. Because I have such an awesome sense of direction. The back roads were just too much for my frail spirit to handle at that time.

My emotional state was unstable. And as if kitty new this, she started letting out this pitiful cry when I finally pulled into the driveway of shame. I couldn't handle the thought of leaving my fuzzy companion my little "kibosky" (yes, I just name dropped her nick-name) at the mercy of strangers. That lived in the sticks no less. What was a reputable vet doing out in the middle of no where? Maybe I should have got some references? Wrote out a list of the things she hates? My clock on the dash told me it was time.

I walked into the deserted, slightly abnormal vet office. Kitty looked like she was ready to pass out in her cage. Which made me wonder if she knew what was coming next. The lady made me sign a piece of paper. Signing kitty away. Then I made the pass. The lady swept the cage out of my hands and I caught a glimpse of kitty huddled in the corner, hiding next to her stuffed reindeer. My bottom lip quivered.

I thought it best to make a b-line for my car, as I whimpered and let the tears fall. Pathetic? Yes. But, necessary just the same. I had betrayed my friend. I had just left her there. I didn't say goodbye. I didn't comfort her. Oh the guilt.

Needless to say I spent the day moping waiting for the kitty surgery to be complete. Once I got the magical call I sped back to the boonies in search of my furry friend. I was greeted by a drugged and slightly pathetic version of my cat. She donned neon pink stitches, which I made a mental note of just in case I ever needed stitches. I brought the fuzz home and watched her struggle to move, she was in pain. And changed.

And I thought how painful it is to watch something you love go through pain. Even necessary pain. Even when it is for the better. Even when you know it will not be forever. Just a little cat. But, still my little companion.

Needless to say, she is back to normal now. Terrorizing my rug. Eating all the time. Talking back. Licking everything. Fetching her reindeer. And biting erick.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

A case of insanity

It seems like there is a case of insanity going around the Jurek household these days. Now, lets not get carried away. I do mean the immediate residence of this here apartment. Anyone outside of "apartment A" that calls "Jurek" their last name I can not speak for.
And I suppose if we want to get even more personal...I should narrow this insanity down to myself and kitty. This could be due to a number of things. The current list is narrowed down to these items:
1.) kitty is in "heat" (a fancy term for: "kitty wants to have more baby kitties with a male kitty and subsequently will overtake the earth with her spawn"). This is naturally a scary thought for anyone sane. And anyone that has met/lived with kitty.

2.) I am trapped inside a 900 square foot apartment that has little window to the outside world. This becomes an issue as I get to listen to kitty slowly slip into insanity every minute of every day.

3.) I do a religious 'job search' every day that proves fruitless every time. I think I have somehow got myself to believe that a matter of hours should change the 'job postings' section on my computer.

4.) My new wardrobe consists of pajamas and over sized fuzzy slippers that do wonders to my figure which in turn does a wonder to one's self esteem and the ability to think motivational thoughts.

5.) I am not sleeping at night. I feel tired. I end up listening to Erick snore through the whole alphabet and spend most of my free time finding new ways to quiet his throaty nostril noise. This results in hours of diabolical planning that culminates in me kicking him repeatedly...only to have him roll over and start the process all over.

I am reassured that kitty does not have an opinion on the matter and would rather me find a job so she can spend hours alone in her self misery. Unfortunately, soon I will be the only one with a case of the crazies in this living space as I am calling the veterinarian tomorrow: to destroy kitty's ideal of taking over the world with mini versions of herself.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

I live vicariously through the movie: "You've Got Mail"

It comes as no secret to those that know me well. I am addicted. I have no pressing excuse to why. I don't consider myself a "movie buff", actually I prefer hands on activities versus laying in front of my TV. But, just the same I have watched this movie an uncountable amount of times. Uncountable. Does it ever get old? NO. Do I ever get bored? No, again. This is also odd because I normally watch movies once and I am done with them for all eternity. Or at least a few good years. Not this one.

I have often considered getting psychological on myself to find the real reason behind such madness. I actually saw the movie in theaters at the tender age of eleven. I remember going to see it with my mother after we had the "rights of passage into womanhood" weekend. Memorable.

I am unsure if it's the old whimsical music that pumps throughout the whole movie. I do have the soundtrack. I mean it doesn't get any better than this cd on a sunny day when one just wants to walk outside. It has such hits as "Rockin' Robin" (Bobby Day), "Signed Sealed Delivered I'm Yours" (Stevie Wonder),"Dreams" (Cranberries) and my personal favorite, "The Puppy Song" (Harry Nilsson). Amongst other older classics.

If not the music maybe it is the nod to simpler things present in the movie. Meg Ryan (Kathleen Kelly) seems perfectly innocent with her pixie cut and clothes that nod to old woman meets classically understated. I tried to get a pixie cut once.

Maybe it is the oldness of the movie. They parade down these classic back-streets with older apartment buildings lining them along with the trees. Kathleen Kelly herself lives in an old "shabby-chic" apartment with old moldings and intricate details. Her "Shop Around the Corner" becomes the epitome of whimsical bookstore that also has "age" written all over it. I do love old things.

If not all that, it could be the scenes of the Upper West Side of New York. The cafe's, the no-name restaurants, the down town feel that makes one want to drink coffee. One views all these locations in the midst of 3 distinct different seasons. Yes, the movie glorifies fall, portrays Christmas/winter, and makes us all wish for spring. One can watch it in any season and feel a new respect for the temperature outside.

Or it could be the characters that seem full of so much wit that I want to steal it. Tom Hanks (Joe Fox) has a dog named Brinkley. I fully intend on stealing that. He also makes such comments like "Don't you love New York in the Fall? If I knew your name and address I would send you a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils". Or such thoughts of wisdom as, "The Godfather is the I-ching. The Godfather is the sum of all wisdom. The Godfather is the answer to any question. What should I pack for my summer vacation? 'Leave the gun, take the cannoli.' What day of the week is it? 'Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday.' "

I haven't nailed it down. But, whatever the reason, the movie allows me to dream a little. Maybe all the things I like so much are represented in the movie in a right way? Or maybe it becomes a nod to a life that I hope to live. And we all know that "hoping" pushes us forward.

"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void." (Kathleen Kelly)
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