|The poor mite on the way|
When we were at the vets we got some less than pleasing news. Don't worry she's not in any real danger. She just probably has worms, which the vet nicely treated her for there. She also has fleas. Which probably gave her worms. It also seems that by giving her ham occasionally I made her sick. She might have a sensitive tummy and as such we have been given special uber sensitive food. We got 12 pouches of it, and she has to be fed it three times a day. This is also all she's allowed to eat. There are a few problems with this. One, it's freakin expensive (that's not so much of an issue I guess), and two, she's a scavenger. She eats most of the things she comes across. I've even seen her eat cardboard and wood before. She eats pretty much anything and that also probably made her poorly. I don't know if she'll stick to this, and it's not like we can force her to.
There is one thing that really sucks about all this though. I feel like shit over this. If you're a mother, and you've ever felt like you did your kids wrong, like you let them down, then that's how I feel. But I reckon it's probably worse. I really really care about my cats, and they are ever so precious to me, and I feel like shit that I made her poorly. It's my fault she's sick. Still I suppose it's going to be okay. She'll recover, and as long as I accept the lesson that I wasn't treating her right, she should be okay later on too.
I <3 my kitties. More than I love almost every person outside my family.
PS I count Jessie as part of my family.