I'm afraid I was down in the dumps yesterday, feeling blue and down on myself. I'm sorry I took my collages down so quickly. I felt exposed and alone in the world.
One reason behind all this is my worry about my cat, Tiger. Last weekend we found him hunched over looking like he was in pain, then hiding from us. I wanted to take him to the vet, but he is impossible to catch and put into a carrier. It wasn't for lack of trying... my husband and I tried to catch him, but he was having none of it. We even borrowed a fishing net from my brother-in-law. Well, then Tiger started acting better again so we thought he was okay. Yesterday he started acting sick again, and I was worried.
Last night we left a soft-sided carrier open in the bedroom. I woke up to find Tiger curled up in it. So, I closed it, trapping him inside. He's fine in it, it has mesh sides so he can see out and it's very comfortable with a cat bed inside. But I couldn't get a vet appointment until later this morning so he has to stay in there for a few hours. I feel guilty keeping him trapped in there. He probably thinks he is being punished for something. Here he is...
So, while I am waiting to go to the vet, I will put my collage photos back up. They look surreal to me; I though maybe they would just look weird to you. I shouldn't have been so sensitive.
Update: I just got home from the vet. Tiger has bladder stones (not uncommon in cats) and has to have surgery to remove them. They say it's a fairly common procedure, especially for male cats because their urethra is so small. I am hoping he comes through okay and that he will be home again soon. It's a good thing we caught it when we did, because it could have led to more serious kidney problems.