I don't know if this will be a recurring problem, but he seems out of the woods for now. Right now he's home and playful and cuddly and purring and sucking on my shirt again, all of which is very nice (except that when he sucks on my shirt he insists on kneading me with his claws, and he prefers to do that on my bare skin, which isn’t so nice).
And the last 24 hours cost us about $1,500, which is less nice. McNulty has now cost us more than our two 12-year-old cats cost us in their entire lifetimes, put together. He’d better be extra cute to make it up to me.
Here's a picture I took a couple of weeks ago. I like it because it shows off his goofy smile.
In other news, my miscarriage finally started a couple of minutes ago. Thank god. Hopefully it will be quick. I’ve got percocet and maxipads, and I’ve arranged to work from home. So I should be all set. So far, my cold (which is STILL kicking my ass) and my sick kitty have done wonders to distract me from what’s going on (or rather what hasn’t been going on) in my uterus. Now that the miscarriage is finally here, I’m hoping to be totally blasé about it. That’s my goal, anyway.
Just want to mention that you all have been amazing and wonderful to me. I didn’t have anything like this kind of support last time I lost a pregnancy. I can’t describe how much it means to have friends that really understand what I’m gong through.
Love you all,