Who "my precious baby" is ... they will tell you Minky.
That's all I call him, and have since we got him 4 ish years ago. Well, yesterday I took my pbm (precious baby minky) to the groomer. That's pretty standard fare around here, since he's an adorable, chubby long-haired Persian who really needs to go to the beauty salon regularly.
I had running around to do as well, getting ready for Christmas, and all the kids and friends coming home soon. Normally, it's just Mark and I with Danny every other week. Soon our little 2 person home will be filled with 9. So there's lots to do around here.
So I come back to get my pbm, and Carol who I affectionaly call Mrs. Minky (she sorta looks just like him lol) is crying, and just hysterical. She says Minky needs to go to the vet right now. She was trimming him, and accidently cut him with the clippers. I'm a little worried because, like I said she was soooo upset. I go in the back where he is .. and hes doing ok. He definitely needs to go to the vet, since hes got a pretty big gash on his side .. but he's ok.
I am trying to calm Carol down, since I really do understand that sometimes things just happen, it's the way it goes. She is the most wonderful lady you could ever meet. She is so incredibly patient and kind ... and to top it off ... one of the best groomers around. So I grab Minky and Kallie (she was there for the day spa as well) and head off to the vets.
The only vet open at this time, is the one by Kayla. Not too far, about 25 minutes. Get there, they take a look at my pbm, and say .. yeah looks like he needs stitches, and it would be about 2-3 hours since they need to put him out. Kayla is still in class, so go over to the pizza place to have dinner. After dinner, I call up Kayla and figure I would hang out with her since I can't go home (too far), can't go shopping (too late)
She was busy setting up her art final for sculpture class. So I'm watching her and to be honest ... it's like a giant pile of trash. There is metal, wire, plaster, boxes, rusted stuff, cement things ... and I swear, just regular trash thrown in as well. I was thinking to myself .. good thing shes on scholarship here, otherwise I would be paying for this lol.
The project is .. something about chaos, and how life just overloads you. (I'm not seeing it .. but I'm not the art major here)
So she fixes the lights, and hooks up the electrical and is ready for a test drive.
Omg, I was shocked. The bright lights are shining right on you, and then all the sounds start ... sirens, dogs barking, people talking, babies crying, every unnerving sound you can think of ... is there. On top of all this is the contraption she built, which just looks, like it could collapse on you at any second. (not a good thing) Mission accomplished. Chaos and panic .. check. I was very impressed. I am not at all the artsy type .. but I got it. I take her back to her dorm, and go pick up my pbm. He's doing ok, he has one of those cone things on his head, but other than that .. he'll be fine. Doctor says he needs to wear that for 2 weeks (I'm not seeing it, as he cant eat or drink with it on) Since he's a persian, he has a flat face which doesnt even come out of the cone thing. So unless I dump food in the top where his head is .. there is no way he can eat. Took that off as soon as I left, and brought Minky over to see Kayla on the way home. She just petted him for a little bit and it was time to head back home. As I left it was obvious somethings never change.
It's midnight
freezing cold
and Kayla is chasing a little stray cat around the parking lot.