It is the end of day 2 with Eleven at home, and I'm not gonna lie--my stress level is through the roof.
Got a better pic under the door today.
She will not come out in the daylight, but at nighttime if I sit in the room for a bit she will come out and sit just out of my reach. But she'll sit there and look content, so that's progress.
However
It became apparent last night that she is still wormy. She's dropping tapeworm hell-confetti the same as she was when she was outside. The lady who fostered her told me she had wormed her twice recently--once with a mild de-wormer, and then again last weekend with something stronger. I now believe that she lied.
I was nervous giving Eleven a de-worming dose since I thought she'd had one less than a week ago, but my intestinal parasite phobia sent me into full blown mania last night. So this morning I mixed some decent de-wormer into her food.
One top of that, I was informed that she has not been treated for fleas. (Y'all know my past unpleasantness with fleas.) So I have not been in a great place the past 24 hours.
When I cleaned her litter this evening, I discovered she had relieved herself of several dead worms.
But not tapeworms. Roundworms. Which means she has tapeworms AND roundworms. And she's living in my bedroom. And she also might have fleas.
Staying sane is difficult. Not putting Eleven outside where she came from is difficult. But I've had one friend in particular going out of her way to help me through this, plus some emergency xanax prescribed to me.
The de-wormer I have worked on the roundworms. The de-wormer I ordered for rush delivery today should take care of the tapeworms. The Frontline I have should take care of the fleas, and the non-toxic spray I have will kill any flea eggs that fall off of Eleven with the dead fleas. Follow up treatments of all of the above should guarantee that all pests remain dead and gone.
I just need to breathe. I can do this. I have to do this. I made a promise to Eleven, and I will not break it.
I was going to do a follow up post on the church stuff regarding some additional drama that still aggravates me, plus some more complaints about Bosslady* and various other issues currently making me miserable, but then I decided that 'twould be better to try and stay positive.
So here's some good news.
Eleven came home this evening.
(Harley and I have been spying on her through the space under the bedroom door.)
Her kittens have all been adopted. (Apparently they were used in a commercial for some cat toy, which will most definitely be posted here if I ever find it.) She is negative for FIV and feline leukemia and she was spayed on Monday.
She wasn't supposed to come back this soon, but the lady caring for her had some kind of falling out with the cat rescue organization she was working for and thus I got a call Monday evening that all cats being fostered through that organization needed to be removed from her home ASAP.
So here were are.
I had originally debated whether to make Eleven an indoor cat or let her go back to her original home outside, but since she was literally just spayed, I cannot very well just dump her outside now. So perhaps this is a sign from above that Eleven should join my household.
Harley is very interested in what's behind the closed bedroom door. Ivy, surprisingly, doesn't seem to care. Official introductions will [hopefully] occur in about a week, once Eleven is settled in my her room.
I'm still something of a stressed out wreck because of not being prepared to take Eleven back so suddenly, on top of everything else, but right now I feel kind of ok. Even so, send some prayers this way please!! Pray Eleven and Harley and Ivy all get along, and especially pray that Eleven is flea-free and worm-free. At this point, fleas and/or intestinal parasites will probably send me over the edge.
In other news.....
I recently discovered that Hyperbole and a Half has an older blog I never knew existed.
If you need something to read, read all of these.
....I had another one, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was.
Hope y'all are having a good week!
*I hate her. I try really hard not to hate people, but I hate her. More on that at a later date maybe.
