It was April 19, 1995. I remember that day because it was also the day that 168 people were killed and over 800 people were injured in the Oklahoma City bombing - the largest terrorist attack on American soil in history before September 11, and the deadliest act of domestic terrorism in American history.
It was a warm spring day, and people were coming over to TFN’s apartment. Along with some of our friends walked in Ms. Mina, the cat who would be a part of our lives for the next… forever.
Over the years, we’ve been through a lot with this cat. She was diagnosed with diabetes a while back, and has kept up with daily shots like a trooper.
She started getting sick a little while back, and this morning I dropped her off at the vet’s for some tests.
The vet just called back; her test results are inconclusive – we’ll know more tomorrow. It could be a thyroid or kidney condition; it could be a lot of things. Once we have the test results, we’ll move forward with what we need to do to treat her.
The thing I was not prepared to hear is that Ms. Mina is not a Ms. at all.
She’s a Mr.
Over the past 14 years, four other vets have missed this.
We’re going to have to sit down with “her” and have a talk tonight, and figure out what “she” wants to do.
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Are the results in?
Fido was on thyroid meds before the diabetes diagnosis. I think these endocrine things sometimes come in bundles or something.
Any decision yet on how s/he would prefer to be addressed?
I hope s/he's feeling better by now. It's a crying game when the furries take ill.
Freudian slip: meant "crying shame"
For the time being, it's simply Mr. Mina, or even more simply, "beans" and "cat," which are both nicknames he carried previously.
Test results are in, and it's all minor. Bacterial infection and antibiotics. Not a big deal at all, aside from the whole gender revelation thing.
I like "beans."
Cats are often full of them.
(You guys got Oberon yet?)
We do, and I've had quite a few of them already.
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