eventful.

We had quite an eventful Labor Day weekend. We were thrilled to be spending the long weekend at Nanie and Pop Pop's new house. They finally moved in and it is amazing and oh, so beautiful. It truly felt like we were on vacation. We pulled into town Friday evening. On Saturday, we spent the morning at the Lake Club, took a boat ride, and piddled around. That evening, we went to dinner at the Silver Moon. We did the same on Sunday, except our cousins came for the day! The littles had a blast together. 

We bounced around the idea of staying the night on Monday, but the decision was made when Brooks and I got in a minor accident on the WaveRunner while Ann Bennett napped. We went for a long ride around the lake and when we reached the dock, Brooks said he wanted to do some "tricks" for Daddy who was on the dock watching. We did some sharp turns and circles, stirring up waves. The next thing I know, we hit a wave and Brooks' mouth is bleeding. I knew instantly, we needed to go to the emergency room. His top right tooth was shoved back and sideways. And there was blood, lots of blood. I handed him off to John who loaded him up while I parked the WaveRunner, then I hopped in the car with them and we jetted off to the hospital. 

There wasn't anything that they could do, so we stayed the night and made an after hour trip to Dr. Lovell Tuesday evening. Did I mention that he got stung by a yellow jacket on his right eye a few days prior? Poor buddy…

The x-ray showed that all four top teeth were shoved back a bit. Three of the four were chipped. So, he ended up pulling the top two right then and there and advised us to keep an eye on the other two.

That night the Tooth Fairy paid Brooks a visit. He awoke with a whopping $10.00 under his pillow! He felt like big stuff. It's going to take Mommy a while to get used to his new sweet smile. I am definitely counting my blessings that he is okay...it could have been worse!

I am so very proud of my brave boy! He has the best attitude, always, and handled everything so well. And goodness he looks cute. Cheers to being toothless for the next two to three years!

declaw.

Poor Goose. I thought that it would be easy to drop him off at the vet this morning for a declaw seeing that I have been begging John to agree with me to do it since the 4th of July TWO (almost 3) YEARS AGO, as well as the fact that he has destroyed our drapes, couch, chairs, bedskirt, duvet, screens, throws, and wood furniture shall I go on?!, but BOY oh boy was I wrong.

Per doctor's orders, we had to keep Goose off of food from 6:00 last night on. This is when he first began to pull my sympathy chord. Feeding Goose human food at dinner has become a bad habit for John. I truly believe that this, along with "laser time," is the highlight of our little white kitty's day. Last night was no exception—as we sat down for dinner and American Idol, Goose laid upside down between John's feet and looked at each of us with those pitiful green eyes. Then the meows began. The nudging. The rubbing. THE HUNGER. I almost contemplated going to bed after dinner to avoid the temptation. What can I say? I'm a pushover. But, I stood my ground and Goose went to bed hungry and woke up hungry.

This morning I woke up early to spend some extra time with Goosie man (a.k.a. attempt to justify for what I was about to put him through). I loved on him, turned the tub faucet on for some water play time, loved on him some more, let him chase around the laser, loved on him some more, let him sniff around the pet carrier, gave him a big whopping kiss, then shoved him on in.

Laser play time.

"You smell familiar."

"VERY familiar."

"But, I'm pretty sure you were a lot bigger when we were first introduced."

"Wait a minute...THE PAW! The last time that I entered this thing, I came back missing a digit on this paw! Oh the horror...and the pain!"

"Mom, I'm not sure what you're planning on doing, but please don't make me go back in there!"

 It wasn't as easy as it sounds.

Goose put up a fight.

I won.

I fell off my high horse as soon as I looked in the carrier at those heart-rending eyes of his.

"I refuse to look at you. You horrible human."

"Must. Use. Head. Strength. Get me out of here!"

To top it off? He didn't make one peep. This is highly unusual for Goosie, as he can't go more than a minute (except for when he is sleeping) without belting out a MEEEow. And he continued to not make a peep from the minute I picked up the carrier to the minute the vet came into the lobby to take him back for surgery prep. How sad is that? I would like to think he was just taking it all in, too amazed to speak, but I think that he was traumatized. Scared.out.of.his.mind. Poor buddy. The last time we took him to the vet, he came back with a cast on his paw, sans digit (not sure what happened. I do know that we ended up with a hospital visit and whopping bill as a result). Oh yeah, he also came back sans man parts. This time? Sans claws. It's no wonder...

"Turn the car around...please, Mom!"

When I got back in my car after leaving the vet, I started bawling. I know he is just a cat, but I feel awful! I will be first in line Sunday to pick him up...and he can expect unlimited treats when he gets home.

Bye bye, front claws.

At least my furniture will be thanking me.