Sunday was supposed to be my day off. I had been on ambulance call for 68 hours the previous week plus all my other regular meetings and work. I was floating in the pool at a friend’s house and the hospital needed someone to take a patient to a neighboring city for more care. So I went on my merry way and took the 3 1/2 hour transfer.
When I got home there was what looked like regurgitated chocolate milk on one of my bathroom mats, and a watery bloody mess on the other. Not. A. Clue. My dog and one cat seemed to be fine, and the other cat was missing but most likely outside. Or at least I was really hoping I wasn’t going to find him dead under the bed. I proceeded to clean up the mess, but for an hour I continued to find a puddle here, puddle there, drip-drip-drip here, drip-drip-drip there. It was all over my desk (barely missed my laptop, but ruined the pile of bills, how sad), the hallway floor, the stairs, the kitchen, and the coffee table in the living room. I was really starting to scratch my head when my one cat, who had been giving me a particularly sad puppy-dog face all night, but nothing too strange, started to lick herself. Oh no! She’d had kittens! I promptly put her outside, but not before stepping in a trail of blood she’d left from the food dish to the couch.
I haven’t found the kittens. I figure Missy (not-da-momma-anymore) and Rosie (dog) devoured them for a snack, which I hear is quite common. Which is fine with me – I don’t have time for kittens. But what a mess!
Folks, please remember to spay and neuter your pets.
