Cosmo was supposed to have his surgery around 7:30am and they thought it would take about 30 minutes. It’s now 9:30 and I haven’t heard from the vet’s office. At what time is it safe to call without being referred to as “that crazy cat lady”.
It stormed here last night and all I could think about was Cosmo locked in a kennel (which he HATES) and stuck listening to barkign dogs. Then it occured to me the tornado that came through a few months ago hit right over by the vets office. I was so close to going and “liberating” Cosmo more than once. I just want him fixed and home, where he belongs!
In happier news, Robert is 8 months old today. Where does the time go???