Why Tim & Jennifer Should Wait To Have Children...

Ohmygod, you are not going to believe what happened this morning. As I live and breathe, it is 6:15 in the AM here in Shakopee.

Last night, Tim was going back and forth from the studio and at one point the cat kind of yowled and Tim was surprised that he had caught Hobbes' tail in the door. He said it was so fast, though, that surely nothing could be wrong.

After it happened, Hobbes just went about his regular business while going to lie down (the life of a cat, I tell ya).

So this morning I wake up and there is blood all over the sheet next to me and down the bedskirt, etc. Hobbes was in the bathroom getting his morning drink (from faucet) - Tim was already up - and I go to look at his tail....

.... like, the bottom two inches of it are almost HANGING OFF! He needs stitches or tail plastic surgery or something! FUUUUUCCCKKKKK!

I am such a bad mother :( It made me so sad to see him in that state. I just started crying and crying.

Tim: "He's not going to DIE, honey. He'll be okay. Don't cry."

Me: "But I didn't NOTICE! I can't believe it. Poor kitty (me sobbing)!!!"

So that is my drama this morning. We are also packing for a four day trip into one of Minnesota's beautiful state parks for Thanksgiving, and now have to see if the Vet can board Hobbes, as I have visions of spreading infection dancing in my head.

This cat has also had no innoculations in the past that I am aware of, as he started his life as a stray. Time for full domestication, buddy: here is your rabies, your distemper, your FULLY RECONSTRUCTED TAIL! UGH!