How much?

A few months ago when I had to make the decision to let my little Echo go it just about killed me. I felt as if I'd failed him. Over the last few years, when I felt as if my life was falling apart, I always made sure that I had my three fur-children taken care of first. I could always go grocery shopping at mom & dad's if things got really desperate. But my "kids" were completely dependent on me.

Shortly after Echo died, Oscar began acting pretty strangely and refusing to eat food he'd always eaten. I figured it was his way of dealing with the loss of his best friend. As long as he was eating, drinking, and using his litterbox properly; I didn't worry overmuch.

But then Oscar stopped eating all together. I tried tempting him with the expensive canned food and tuna. Nothing. He wanted nothing to do with any of it. So off to the vet we went. The last place I'd held my sweet Echo. Oscar had been there before. He's usually pretty calm and happy. The first time the doctor saw him she commented of how relaxed and friendly he was.

Not this time.

He was a hissing, swatting, bundle of fury. Even I wasn't able to avoid a scratch. I ended up having to leave him there for the day so they could sedate and examine him. It turned out he had a pretty gnarly rotted tooth that according to the doctor, "practically fell out" upon examination. I was relieved it was something so simple. I should have known nothing is ever that easy.

That all happened a little over a week ago. Since then at least once a day I've stumbled upon a pile of half to not-at-all digested canned food. I figured he was just being a pig. He was keeping in more than he was expelling so I made a mental note of it and kept moving.

Wouldn't you know it? This weekend he started throwing up every single time he ate. I'm freaking out! His last visit cost me a couple hundred dollars, I didn't budget for the fist visit and sure as heck don't have the funds for another. Not only that but if he does have something terrible wrong how much can I afford/justify to spend? Will they let me establish a payment plan? What is my limit on how far I should go to fix him?

I hate this. He was my only friend when I moved home after college and there were many times he curled up next to me as I cried over the disaster that had become my life. He was the only thing that kept me from taking the ultimate escape on at least one occasion. I knew that no one would care about him as much as I did.


Oscar has really gotten the shaft the last few years. Buster, my dog, doesn't like him and the only time Oscar and I get any quality time is when Buster is outside or I lock him in another room. It's not fair. I have to do better.

Being a responsible adult sucks. 

This Cat's Life

Tell a story, with an animal as the main character.

This weeks II Challenge came from Seeking Elevation. It was fun to try and imagine what my cat thinks. My roommate spoils him outrageously.


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"Not again," Oscar grumbled slitting open one eye as he heard the familiar call coming from the front of the house.

"Osc-y! Where are you boy?" a high pitched voice, that was getting closer, called out. "I have a treat for you!"

"Treat?" Oscar popped his head up. "Now we're talking." He stretched his long white legs, arching his back and baring his tummy.

"There you are!" A tall dark haired woman came in to the room and gathered him up in her arms. Nuzzling his belly. "Did you miss me?"

"Like a hairball," he muttered, to her ears it sounded like something nicer. His automatic purr kept anything he said from sounding too mean. He wouldn't want to stop the treat train.

"Do you want your treat?"

He made the face that melted her every time: ducked his head and shoved it into her palm while mewing piteously. He had no pride when it came to treats. Especially from this lady. She gave the good stuff.

She set him back down on her bed and pulled a crinkly plastic bag out of her purse. By now The Dog had heard the commotion and come to investigate.

"Back off, Buster," Oscar hissed. He hated sharing with The Dog.

"Shoo Buster," the woman said pushing The Dog out of the room. "You"ll get yours in a minute." She turned back to Oscar who was waiting patiently, his tail wrapped around his feet. She opened the bag and the delightful smell of dried turkey drifted down to him.

"Yes!" it was his favorite. He knew that putting up with all the petting and cuddles would pay off.