Actually, it had its high point, that being the inauguration of President Obama and the sight of that big Marine helicopter soaring off with his predecessor. (Oorah!)
Even as we celebrated, though, I spent Inauguration Day watching our gray kitty, Zelda, who suddenly wasn’t doing too well. Polycystic kidneys, the vet told us nearly a year ago. Genetic. Nothing to be done, short of a kidney transplant. But she puttered along just fine until Tuesday.
Then there were copy edits on Immortal Outlaw (copy edits are the ones where you catch typos, punctuation, and grammar errors, along with stupid repeating words). Copy edits aren’t bad. In fact, they’re quite wonderful, especially when you’re lucky enough to get a really good copy editor like I have for the last two books. But they are time consuming. And I had a sick cat, who had to be helped to the litter box and looked worse as the week went on.
But we puttered along.
Then last night, at about 11pm, we got a call from 17. Someone had hit our car, or rather, MY car, while it was parked in front of his girlfriend’s house. No one was in it, fortunately. The neighbor kid just backed out without looking, and put his big Ford F150 into the left rear door of my Toyota Camry, turning it into a big flying V with no glass.
So today, when I had intended a leisurely cruise through the last pages of the copy edits, followed by a trip to Kinkos for copying and FedExing, I instead spent the morning calling insurance company, car rental agency (17 is going out of town this week to work on a movie set build and needs our other car), and body shop. And helping Zelda to the litter box.
And realizing that this was the last day to be doing that. She was dehydrated and weak, and hadn’t eaten for two days, despite coaxing and her favorite foods. She could barely walk. Her kidneys were huge and hard. She hurt. And she was never going to get better.
So to top off this week that started okay but got worse and ended in an especially crappy 24 hours, after I tore through the last of the edits, copied and shipped off the ms, dropped the car at the body shop, and picked up the rental, this evening I had to take sweet, brave Zelda to the vet to have her put down.
Crappy. Just crappy.
Here’s a picture from happier times. She loved standing on the chair to look out the back door.
Zelda was a wonderful friend and is much missed by her people and her kitty brother, Clouseau.
I’m going to go cry now.