This is quite a long anecdote but I hope it will make you smile. (The cat is NOT happy!).
I'm having a flare up - first "known" FU and it has led to a speedy Lupus diagnosis, but I didn't know brain fog was a thing until this week so I thought I was going slowly mad.
We inherited a cat at the stables where I keep my horse. I found her on Facebook needing a new home and she helps to keep the mouse population under control. I had a message from the yard manager a couple of weeks ago to ask if she'd been spayed as she was looking suspiciously rotund. (I'd been laid low for several weeks and hardly visited the yard.) Having perked up, I went over to the stables and sought out Pippin. She was ready to pop! I was rather embarrassed. How could I have donated a cat to the yard and forgotten to get her spayed?
So, as penance, I took Pippin off to the vets to see how many kittens we needed to find homes for. I sat anxiously like the mother of a wayward daughter whilst awaiting the results of her scan. No kittens! Phew! She is just overweight. I immediately arranged for her to be spayed the following week.
I was up at the crack of dawn on Monday to take Pippin for her operation. The vet phoned to let me know how it had gone ..... there was no womb to be removed. She'd already been spayed before she came to us!
Why didn't I remember this? And as I didn't remember, why didn't I check with her previous owner. The unfunny side of this is that my brain didn't make any sensible links. It just said "you thought she was pregnant so she needs to be spayed".
I now have a cat who is furious as she is having to be confined for a week and a hole in my bank balance. On the upside, we are now all sure that the cat has been spayed and I'm not as daft as the lady who took a tom cat in to be spayed!
I hope you are all keeping warm. I have a mouthful of sores and stabbing joint pains today. It's blowing a blizzard so I'm tucked up in bed with the blanket on for a while before I move downstairs in front of the fire and TV 😁