Life stinks. Kelso missing 'mojo'.

This is whiny weepy 'waah-waah' post.
(waah waah? Let it pass, I'm mentally exhausted.please.)

So I took my young 'un to the vet today.
Kelso will remember today as the day he lost all hope of ever celebrating Father's Day.
My mom was just telling the vet about how she thinks Kelso fancies himself to be the alpha male in the family and the vet (who incidentally is quite hot) quips "Well Alpha male is about to lose his mojo!"

It was a rather quick surgery, I went back in 5 hours to pick him up and the vet looked rather disgruntled and said "Er, could you bring him out? He seems to be in a bad mood."

If you've had a bit of snippety-snip done to you, you'd be in a bad mood too, buddy!

But instead I smiled sweetly and said "Sure."

Poor Kelso was in his cage with a Queen Victoria collar, looking pissed off as hell. He gave me the sorta look that said "Did you know about this!?!?!? You were in on the plan weren't you? I feel like an IDIOT wearing this thing."

So I took him back home. He was still groggy from the anasthetic. He can't even sit properly. What broke my heart was that he couldn't sleep. It probably hurt and the collar didn't help.

At one point in time his entire front body was on the floor while his bum was stuck out.
I laughed like hell.
Coz if I hadn't, I'd have wept.

So I've spent the whole day sitting next to him while he grabs a 2 minute nap by resting his head in my palm. Cleaning him up is just as nerve wracking..I don't think porcelain has even been handled this delicately before.

My backs aching, my nerves are shot, I'm paranoid about what he's doing at every minute, a tiny whine makes me rush over to him AND I'm in one lousy hell of a mood.


I think I'm going to make a great mom.