My New Year's.

Sometimes, things just don’t go according to plan. And, that’s okay.

Sometimes, you have awesome New Year’s Eve plans to ring in the new year with lovely friends you don’t get to see that often and your cat gets crystals, a.k.a. kitty kidney stones.

(Did you know that kitties can get kidney stones?! Me either!) But they do. And when this happens, they have to get an IV put in their little kitty leg. And a catheter in their little kitty nether-region. (And you start to freak out about your finances because kitty IVs and kitty catheters are shockingly expensive.)

They shaved his leg. How sad is that? 

And your New Year’s Eve celebration becomes a barbecue feast, a Survivor marathon, and a night of watching to make sure your kitty pees. And eats. And drinks enough water. And, you pat him on his head whenever he has “leakage” because “some pee is better than no pee” when it comes to kitty kidney stones.

And, that’s okay too.

 Because, you love your cat more that you ever realized. And the thought of him not being around scares you to your very core and reduces you to a sobbing mess on a couch that may never be the same again.

So, you shell out the cash without hesitation. And, you embrace your new New Year’s Eve plans. And, you learn to get used to the pee smell in your apartment (and hope that a Groupon for a carpet cleaner will roll in soon). Then, you take a deep breath because you realize that your cat getting sick just taught you a lesson about what's really important.

And then you shower, rush out the door for work, and continue your day, as best you can.

All the while hoping that the cat pee smell is all in your head and in your nose, and not on your scarf.