Needle Interuptus

Yes, I'm still here. I just had a short term of "needle interuptus." Here I was planning on writing a blog entry to introduce everyone to the menagerie I call home and what happens? Well, let's just say it ended up with a trip to the doctor and a tetanus shot. That's never good. Would you believe that both the doctor and my husband didn't understand that the worst part of the whole incident was my inability to knit for several days?
It all started when I decided to adopt new pets. (I don't mean I was getting rid of old ones) Those of you who do this know that animal adoption becomes an ongoing process. Within the last year, two of our cats needed to be "put to sleep." It wasn't an easy decision to make, but they were 14 and 17 years 0ld, and it was time. They were both from the local Shelter, so when I felt ready to bring new cats into our household, which at that point consisted of one dog and one cat, I went to a local Rescue organization for cats. (Yes, I like a large household, why do you ask?)
I ended up bringing home two cats. (They adopted me; it happens every time) One was older because he is the twin brother of the cat I already have (it's a long story) and the other was a four-month-old kitten. The kitten had been rescued just a few days earlier and was quite shy. She would growl when I tried to pick her up, but she calmed down when I held her. This wasn't uncommon with the rescue cats.
Over time I thought that both cats were adjusting pretty well to the family. They seemed to get along with both the other cat and the dog. They were eating well. All went okay until it was time to take the kitten to the vet. My husband (who is also my lifetime BFF) helped me chase her all over the house until we had her cornered behind the television. My BFF reached for the back half of the cat and I reached for the front. Which is how I ended up with three sets of kitten bites in my left thumb and my BFF ended up with bloody arms. We never made it to the vet.
Sadly I contacted the Rescue organization and told them that this particular kitten was not for us. They understood, and came and got her that day. It's the first time I had to return an animal that I had promised to raise. But I will adopt again; just not immediately. I'm going to wait at least until I finish all the antibiotics.