So after this weekend away, we arrive home after a long drive, only to be faced with our "problem child." Mya, the kitten we brought home in November, had to be taken to the Vet. Mya was home by herself, nowhere near the dogs,and yet somehow damaged her eye...again. (Christmas Eve, we took her to the vet because her eye was irritated. It seems that she scratched it. At that same time she was also having a bad reaction to the sutures from her spaying.) This time it was the other eye, and it was a little more serious. So here we go with another round of antibiotics and eye drops. Hopefully, this time two visits will be enough instead of the four it took last time. The vet jokingly said Mya is going to be a problem child and we should have gotten insurance with this cat. She also said we are not allowed to go anywhere for about the next ten years. Either that, or we need to get a cat carrier to keep by our sides at all times. I'm starting to seriously think it might be worth looking into pet insurance with this one. ;-)
In moments of frustration, I have half thought of just finding another home for Mya. Neither David nor I are particularly set on having to keep the cat. But then I wonder how it will affect Elizabeth. When we bring home her siblings, will she think that we will just give them to another family when things aren't easy? In most adult minds there is a clear distinction between children and pets, but how would her almost-four-year-old mind see it?
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