Two Augusts ago, despite worry and anxiety, I went to adopt a cat. I had always lived with cats up until I lived in my own house, and thanks to my (not yet) girlfriend Sam convincing me, I went to look at cats with a few friends.
The moment I walked into the cat room at the shelter, Camille, Andy, and Brian were waiting for me, huddled around weird little black cat on the floor. "We found your cat," they said, with absolute certainty.
I spent some time with this odd tilted boy but still insisted that I wanted to meet ALL of the cats before making a decision. But I was a fool. I kept going back to see the little man (whose shelter name was Neko, who does that) and eventually I texted my roommate Luke that I was adopting a cat.
And with some naming help from Andy and Brian, this is how the saga of Whiskey Bumbles began. He's been beloved mayor of the Balhaus ever since.
On Monday we took him in to the vet because he wasn't doing well, and it turns out he had a bunch of problems including blockage from bladder stones. He's doing all now, he's gone through a catheter procedure and bladder surgery and he's recovering well! It was good when we brought him in when we did, the problem could have been a lot more serious.
While I'm glad my son Whiskey is okay, the next big problem is the vet bills. Some of you know this already, but I was in a car accident in December that put my car out of commission. My main source of income is driving for Lyft, and I have been out of work for about a month so far. Bills have been difficult to pay and despite pinching pennies as much as I can my Etsy shop, another main source of income, is closed until I can pay fees. All I've been able to do until I can find someone who will give me a loan to buy a new car is commissions and freelance work, and that's not enough to live on, let alone pay for my cat's treatment.
The first vet visit and procedure came up to $1500, and the surgery was anywhere from $800-$1000, so that's $2500 I need to come up with by the time I pick my cat up from the vet's office. I'm seeing if I can borrow money from my family but I have already relied on them so much during this month of emergencies. So if you can, help bring my baby boy home.
I'm planning on sending thank you cards to everyone who donates, and sending eternal gratitude to anyone who shares this campaign. Whiskey is my first baby, and my precious son, and he means the world to me.