The Life and Times of Jim! Paul!

It's Done

Well, the exams are finished, and I have the new text book for the Beginning Programming and Logic course. I scored the English Composition book from a fellow student for $20.
The exams were terribly easy, several people even asked if that was all. Not just me and a few others, but students who I thought didn't have a clue during the whole term.
Friday, 10 days ago, Rosie (the cat) bit the geebus out of my dad's hand, putting him in the hospital for a few days for the infection (he's 79 with a 79-year-old's delicate skin). He couldn't get hold of me (I live at The Old Homestead; I turned off my cell phone during class), so he called X. X went absolutely berzerk, and demanded (not in so many words) that I put that cat down immediately. Well, she hadn't had shots in years (purely indoor cat), and I don't have PROOF that she is perfectly healthy, so she had to go into "rabies quarantine" for 10 days to satisfy the city. My dad demanded "that cat will not come back into this house," I understand that, and X is saying "that cat is sick and not normal and needs to be put down immediately," so I look for ANYBODY who can take an elder cat and keep her inside. My friends, and THEIR friends all get phone calls, the Operation Kindness (no-kill animal shelter) can't take her, no other shelters can take her. So when I get to the vet, we need to put her down. I really hate this; a perfectly healthy cat, a good friend (though sometimes annoying), sweet and harmless (except for a moment of indiscretion) kitty, put down because she can't have a home. I miss having a cat around the house already.
When I have my own place again, I will have cats again.

posted by Jim @ 6/14/2005 03:04:00 AM