The Miracle Kitten: Part 2
I never want another morning like this morning. I sat at my desk from 9 a.m. until 12 p.m. frustrated that the only work I had to do involved making calls. Despite the vet surgery having my work number, my mobile number and my husband’s work number I was convinced we would miss their call. Every time I had to phone out I raced through the call. Every time the phone rang I snatched it up, hurriedly spouted the corporate greeting and then forgot to breathe as I waited to see who it was. I pity anyone who phoned me this morning – there was probably fire coming out of the receiver at their end. I was one step away from growling ‘Get. Off. This. Phone. NOW!’.
We dared to leave the office at 12 p.m. to grab lunch but spent the half hour both staring at my mobile phone, just in case we didn’t hear it ring. Sandwiches went untasted, conversation unspoken.
Finally, back at my desk at 2.30 p.m. the phone rang and a lovely lady informed me she was calling about Buggles. She advised me that the tests had been negative (HOORAY!), though she hastened to add that although it was good news, the tests were not guaranteed to be 100% accurate so further follow up blood tests would be done. I’m well aware that I took the good news and have remained clinging on to it like a lifebelt since the call. I’m aware that we’re not out of the woods yet, that other tests are required, including a Feline Infectious Peritonitis panel. I’m aware that there’s a slight possibility the leukaemia result could be a false negative. But it’s given me enough hope to get through the rest of the week until the blood test results come back from the University of Glasgow.
It’s my birthday at the end of this week and for months people have been asking me what I want. I only want two things: good wishes for my lovely Buggles and a full set of negative test results.
It’s going to be a long week but I know one thing: our miracle kitten never ever gives up without a fight – we’re following in his footsteps on this one!