I think I can officially say I have do not possess the life of a normal 21 year old college student. This weekend, I spent all my time trapping stray cats and assisting with spay and neuter surgeries of said cats, and I thought it was the greatest.
A while back, Lance’s aunt started feeding some stray cats. Of course, I told her we needed to get them all spayed and neutered asap. With the amount of unwanted cats in the world, the best thing we can possibly do is sterilize as many as possible. I made arrangements with my adviser to take some cats to her this weekend and went home to start trapping!
call her and make sure she’s seen the cat coming to dinner. Should he disappear, I’ll have to go to the hospital and start on the series of rabies shots, which with my health insurance shouldn’t cost more than $300, a lot better than $8,000. Essentially, they all told me, if you work or volunteer around feral cats, rabies is an occupational hazard. Pretty much everyone there dropping off cats, helping with surgeries, and volunteering had said they had been bitten or scratched by a stray cat at some point or another. It’s just something that happens. It made me feel a lot better to know I wasn’t out of the ordinary, even though I’m not completely out of the woods yet.Saturday night was pretty much the scariest night of my life. I leafed through site after site of articles telling me how I was going to die a horrible, painful death, or have to get a million needles stuck in me that cost over $8000. The cat that nipped me got away, so I didn’t even have anything to watch for the recommended 10 days to see if it dies of rabies. I sat up from three in the morning onward crying and worrying, and I even woke poor Lance up and asked him to come sit with me, where he reassured me time after time that I wouldn’t be dying.
Lance completely blew me away with how well he did in surgery. He always cringes when I tell him about surgeries and said he really didn’t want to be a part of it, but he was holding legs back for neuters and helping move cats around like no other. He also totally fell in love with one of our little kitties and begged to try and take him home with us. I found it oddly attractive, lol.
The whole weekend made me realize how much I love being a pre-vet major. I love the animals, I love the work, and I love the people who are involved in it. The rescue world is so devoted to making a difference. They’re people I can really relate to, and who really understand how I think. And it’s so awesome that I can justify spending my time doing these types of things. I’ve always wanted to get involved with volunteering with animals and rescue organizations, and before I decided I wanted to be a vet, everyone told me it wasn’t a good use of my time. However, now I can go to as many bird talks as I want, volunteer at as many shelters as I want, and it all counts towards my future. Perfect!
It also reminded me of what a wonderful boyfriend I have. How lucky am I to be blessed with a guy who loves animals as much as I do? Since being down at school, Lance and I have pretty much been inseparable. While other couples fight constantly or need a lot of alone time, our alone times are relatively small and we act essentially like an old married couple. I love being around him, because no matter how much we talk about it, he’s always game to talk about animals, and he’s the most loving and supportive person I know. He knows me better than I know myself, and he never fails to make me laugh, even at 4 in the morning when I’m freaking out about possibly having rabies. I know, I’m being all sappy, lol. Having him down here has just been a piece of Heaven.
All in all, we had an amazingly busy, yet productive and exciting, and dare I say, fun weekend.
And about the rabies, well, I’ll let you know how that’s all turning out. We’ve got 8 days to watch Mr. Kitty and see where we take it from there.