My car has been in the shop this week. (I’m the proud owner of a new a/c clutch and compressor. Cha-ching!!) It was supposed to be ready at noon today, but I finally got the call at 4 p.m. that it was ready to go. The shop closes at 5 on Saturdays and I live about 15 miles away. So…ready, set, go! I rushed around to get ready to leave, changing clothes (I’d been working in the house all day) and giving the pups a potty break before I left. In my rush, I neglected, once again, to get both doors of Frankie’s crate closed.
Jool hid under the bed and is unharmed. Katie will be visiting the good doctor on Monday. Along with losing a bunch more claws, she appears to have wrenched her back.
I’d appreciate your prayers for Katie’s recovery!
And your prayers for me as I’m dealing with the guilt and shame of being responsible for injuries to my elderly cat not once, but twice. I’m feeling like the worst mom of the year…and I’m very good at beating myself up.