When I woke up this morning, my apartment looked like a crime scene. Kaylee somehow nearly tore the front of one of her pads completely off, and there was blood
everywhere.
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What a thing to wake up to. I retrieved Kaylee and put her in the cat carrier, called the emergency vet to let them know I was coming, called Hunter's mom to see if she could possibly come and take Hunter to school (thank goodness she could), and got to work cleaning up the blood. My arm is completely dead; she managed to leave bloody footprints in every room of the house.
Just got back from the vet. The (really cute) doctor cleaned Kaylee up and used some "tissue glue" to close the wound. She also only charged me for an exam because I arrived during a shift change and was somehow forgotten about for an hour.
Here's how the pad looks now.
I am so utterly exhausted right now. It turned out to be very minor but my stress level was through the roof already at 6am. And now I'm supposed to go to work?