For the third day in a row, the sun is shining in a vast blue, blue western sky. The landscape stands out in sudden clarity in the crisp air. It feels like Vermont was suddenly relocated to Utah or Colorado. What a difference a little sun and sky make.
Steve took Casper to the vet for a little operation that make men everywhere wince involuntarily. I feel so guilty. Someday Casper will be in therapy and he and the therapist will trace all his issues back to the day that we, without any warning, took him to the vet and deprived him of his manhood. A friend of ours told us a horror story about how his friend had a really cool cat until he was neutered. When he returned home, he was never the same ever again (the cat that is, not the friend). So I am a little nervous. However, if Casper didn’t get neutered, I believe that he would single handedly tear down our place with crazed pent up energy and we will be forced to release him into the wild.
I was the one who took Aschi to the vet for a very similar purpose. I had to drop her off in the morning and pick her up at the end of the day. She was still very drugged and both of her back legs were still numb when I picked her up. I put her on the passenger seat. As I was driving us home, she started pulling herself towards me with her front paws, dragging her body behind her. She desperately wanted to sit in my lap. She started dragging herself over the gear shift between the seats. I could have wept, she looked so pitiful. I stopped the car and pulled her into my lap. How could she love me still after what I subjected her to? Surely she must harbor anger somewhere. Do animals have an unconscious? Can they be traumatized?
I’m so sorry, Casper. You’ll understand someday when you’re a parent. Uh, wait…I mean… never mind.
We had a fantastic weekend with my brother. We went up to Montreal, went to Peel Pub, where Jordan spilled beer all over my pants, then to a Moroccan restaurant where the interior made us feel like we were in a tent in the desert, and I spilled wine all over my pants. We had a nice long dinner and watched the belly dancing show (did you know that you have to have a bit of a belly to belly dance? Belly dancing celebrates having a belly. That’s awesome.) Then we went to a comedy show and were brutally made fun of because we were sitting up front and because we were Americans. However, most of it was very funny. We drove back and got home after 3 am. I was very sad to see Jordan go the next day. Come live here with us Jordan!
Mar 30th 2004Uncategorized