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March 01, 2007


I'm sorry you had such a rotten day. I hope Franky's ok! I bet he'll be fine.

I'm also sorry you slid under a parked car...


I feel for you. Ugh. I can relate. Haven't slid under a parked car this week, but did sit down in a meeting and the whole chair flipped over on itself on top of me and sort of had me trapped under it. It's so impossible that it could happen, that I can't even explain it properly here.

Hope today is better for you, Claire!

Oh Claire! There's no nice way to put this... That sucks! I bet Frank will be fine. It may have been his nervousness or his youth. I am guessing it will all be fine.

I'm sorry as well about the crashing and sliding under the parked car. My first thought was, how lucky it was a parked car and not a moving car. :) I bet you're plenty sore though. Be kind to yourself.

Hey, just curious, who's your vet?

Oh Claire, that is a tough day. Resting at home with a glass of wine, a friend and a happy kitten is a good way to end it though. I'll send happy healthy kitty thoughts towards li'l Frank. :)

Oh no! On both counts. Are you sure it wasn't a handsome stranger who picked you up and turned out to be Prince Charming? That way you could turn this into a cute chic lit novel.

Claire, how horrible! Does Frank go out much? How crucial is it that he be fixed? I know with so many poor stray, unloved kitties starving in alleyways and animal rescue homes you need to be responsible. Sometimes a kitten depends upon signing a promise to fix him. I guess I'm thinking if his life is at stake, you need to consider all options.
And, though I'm afraid this will only add to your worries, it should be easy to check. My mother-in-law (who is not always right and loves a dramatic rumor perhaps even more than I) told me every time I added a kitten to the household that if I did not fix him early--especially a him--he could grow--and this is a quote, "To the size of a very large sheep."
Never paid her any attention, but if it's best for you to give Frank a few more months, maybe you should make sure the fabulous Carlotta was off on one of her private clouds when she said this.

Thanks all. I think he's going to be okay. He seems to have the murmurs only when he's agitated, so I'm hoping that means it really isn't anything. I just sort of freaked out. But I do want him to get fixed. I don't want him spraying anything...

I was a little shocked when I read your post. We took Meow Meow to be fixed on friday. On Saturday morning we got a call saying that there were complications. On Saturday afternoon we got a call saying that Meow Meow was dead. I didn't understand the vet's explanation. I am still shocked and dismayed.

All I can say is sorry!

Sorry for it all and hope that it gets to being a good week this week!

Chin up.

So glad you and Frank have survived your ordeal. He and you are tougher than you think! Hang in there Mom Claire.

You had a truly terrible day. I can't believe how much I love that little shit kitten which could only be about a tenth of how much you do. I hugged the stuffing out of him that night.

And I do think that you should follow up with Mr. Let Me Help You From Under That Car. You don't even have to worry about having an embarrasing first date because the first time you met you were already embarassed and covered in road burn.

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