Friday morning, I awoke kind of happy/nervous because I was scheduled to go under anesthesia to get my stuck IUD out. My procedure wasn’t until 1 pm, so I got to not eat for a long time. In anticipation of this, I took the entire day off work – which was luxurious. I had been run down early in the week from the canker sore, so I was feeling extra tired and wanted to sleep on Friday morning and hopefully also sleep Friday afternoon.
After I had put Edda on the bus, I went to go out to take the compost out and found this little kitty just hanging out on our back porch. He allowed me to pick it up and carry it upstairs without struggle and I assumed it was Christine’s cat – our tenant downstairs. So I thought I’d just text her and find out and then tuck it back into her apartment. But she texted back and said – it’s not mine, but I saw it when I left for work at 5:30 in the morning. I texted all the neighbors (nope! not mine!), hung a sign outside my house and waited for the owner to find me.
Meanwhile, I did take a morning nap and then Jeremy dropped me off at 12:30 at the doctor’s office. I had asked Megan to pick me up from surgery – they don’t let you take an uber home and Megan was super helpful and just who I wanted to see slightly woozy. Jeremy couldn’t pick me up because he was on the lookout for Edda’s bus coming home and it was too hard to manage the exact timing for everything. And I was excited to show her the mystery cat because no one loves a cat more than Megan.
The IUD came out no problem, I’m very happy about that. Though I did take the cervix softening pill the night before ORALLY instead of VAGINALLY (which, in my defense – it did say by mouth on the bottle) and I apologized to the surgeon about my tight, unsoftened cervix and she said – no worries, I will meet you where you are. I got a nice mixture of fentanyl and propofol – those things are amazing when used properly, in and out of sleep so easily and quickly, unbelievable. Anyways, Megan came home and promptly fell in love with the cat. Now there were like three people who I thought were interested in keeping the cat – Christine, me and Megan – with me being the last in line – the other two are hard core cat lovers and owners.
So after the surgery, I made Megan drive me around town slightly high – to the aquarium store (where Megan told me she was not going to let me buy anything – I’m interested in setting up a planted tank), then to Trader Joe’s. While she was doing this, she was also gently trying to get me to be more proactive finding the owner of the mystery cat which took me a while to understand because I was high and in my altered state, I was already doing so much for the cat (I had a sign up at my house!). But Megan reminded me that maybe the owner was distraught looking for their beloved cat to which I was like….oh, yes. I get that. So she also drove me to our vet to see if mystery kitty was microchipped. And he was and there was an owner and a phone number. So messages were left and we waited.
And then the vet said – we found the owner! And then the owner called me and said they lived in Silver Spring and that the cat had been missing for weeks. Silver Spring is like 30 minutes by freeway from my house. We imagined the cat wandering for weeks in the wilderness of suburban Maryland. So she arranged to come pick up the cat at 3 pm. So I’m just waiting around…3 pm, then 3:15…, by 3:30 I wonder if they are going to come and finally at 4pm, I get a text asking if I could I keep the cat, their mom is allergic and doesn’t want the cat back in the house and the mom was the one who let it go outside. And so I said, I’ll keep the cat! all the time thinking that Christine or Megan would keep the cat, but it looks like those two love the cat, but don’t really want to house the cat. LOL. So the cat may be ours. At least I got the name of the cat – Ezekiel to which we are promptly going to shorten to Zeke. Welcome home Zeke. Also, Elka ate cat poop from the kitty litter. Fun times.