You guys. I woke up this morning and went into the bathroom. As I closed the door, I heard a yowl. Thinking I’d mooshed a kitten paw, I opened the door to see both cats just sitting there, chillin’, looking at me like, “’Sup?” So, I was like, Ok, musta been a close call.

I close the door again, go potty, wash my hands, re-open the door to see both cats huddled over a part of a toy and was like, Ah, they’re inspecting their toy, no wonder they’re both so interested.

I go into the living room and start chatting with Homey when Buster starts jumping around, yowling, and dead sprinting around the house. Believe it or not, that’s not too out of character for him, though the speed and volume were a notch higher than usual.

I walk into the kitchen to grab some coffee and I see blood on the kitchen floor. ?!?!?!?!?!?! Buster’s still sprinting around, jumping, biting at his legs. I go to pick him up and he’s terrified of me. Like, panting, whining, straining to get away.

Turns out the toy in the hallway? Was the tip of his tail!!! I amputated the tip of his tail in the door!!! And he just sat there for, like, awhile.

We just got back from the emergency vet. He’s still there. The vet has him doped up and is going to do a cleaner amputation. He said we were lucky that it was the very tip and I didn’t deglove his tail (SHUDDER!!!!). So, now we’re waiting for the call to go pick him back up.

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I have been crying for, like, two hours. I feel soooooo bad! When we left the vet, there were a ton of people looking at me, I’m sure thinking we had to put an animal down because I didn’t have an animal with me and looked like this:

The receptionist, the vet tech, and the vet were all really nice about it but you could tell, also like, “calm down.” All of them were like, This happens all the time! Don’t feel guilty! It was an accident!

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Poor little Buster! Oh, and I grabbed the tip of his tail (it looks like a little black cotton ball) and threw it in a sandwich bag and I still have it in my purse cuz the vet has no use for it.

Happy Sunday???? I keep waiting for the ASPCA to knock on my door. :(