Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Get well soon, Stanny Boy!

( Sometimes I break out into spontaneous singing of, " Oh Stanny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callllling..." His name lends itself well to jokes and nicknames, eh? This particular appellation also works when you're singing, " Can she bake a cherry pie, Stanny Boy, Stanny Boy...")

So we took Stan in this morning for his operation. Oh my word- I was unreasonably SAD to leave him! He was mewing confusedly on the way in and I felt so sorry for him. I have always sort of pooh-poohed pet-owners who treated their pets as if they were human...but I must say, I am becoming like that- more than I ever thought possible. I even signed him up for the extra $20 IV drip to make his recovery less painful. I wanted to hug him before I left, but he was in the cat carrier and the office was busy so I didn't feel that I had time to go through a pitiful, heart-wrenching farewell scene. Good grief, Claire- he'll be back tonight at 5:00.

Brad and I went out for coffee & breakfast after that and then went to Staples to look at office chairs. On our way home, I was saying how devastated I would be if Stan died in surgery today. Even now, the house seems too quiet without him. Then I had a great idea. The next time the neighbor kids come over to play with Stan and I don't feel like having company, I should greet them at the door with the sad news that Stan has passed away. ( MAN! My lying husband's bad habits are really rubbing off on me!) Brad took up this idea and ran with it. "Yeah! We could have this little mound in the front yard with a cross on it with Stan's name...Or better yet, we could tell them that THEY actually ran him over with their mini-van and didn't even know about it. We could get some food coloring and gray hair and make a spot on the cul-de-sac that looks like the scene of the accident...." Oh my word. We are SO awful.

7 comments:

Mrs. RF said...

Max sends his best wishes for Stan's quick recovery.

ljmax said...

Poor Stan...and poor you. I remember when we got Neo fixed and she even had to stay overnight. I don't think she ever forgave us...I never heard about the IV drip option either!

Amy said...

Aww, poor Stan! Stan the no-longer-a Man! Oh, I crack myself up. :)

I didn't used to be the kind of girl who wanted to put sweaters on furry creatures, but here I am, knitting away. It makes me worry about what kind of mother I'm going to be. We shopped around for our vet...it's not enough that they take care of June, they also have to make it a fun outing for her. The nurses at the place we go now come in and say hi to her even if they're not assigned to us. So how frightening am I going to be when it comes to finding a pediatrician? "Sure, you fixed my baby, but you only brought her 1 lollipop..."

Claire said...

Stan is doing quite well. He seems to have suffered no ill effects and is back to his old amazingly playful self...

Kristi said...

LOL over your neighborhood plot! But I can understand your sad feelings at leaving a kitty at the vet. My cats have always come up with the most mournful, reprochful noises and expressions when I take them.

Soj said...

Wow...I really wish I could be there to create some elaborate fabrication with you and Brad to cause your neighbors to feel a terrible load of guilt about killing off your precious kitten...

asaphat said...

great plot! "do it...do it...do it..." he chanted.