Life in NYC without a car is challenging, at best. I don’t know how we are going to do this for four years, honestly, and fully expect to cave and buy a car once I start making a little money. Until then, though, I have to be resourceful.
Last month we spent a horrendous amount of money ($2,000) to have my sweet cat Yum Yum’s thyroid irradiated. She was hyperthyroid and wasting away. It was terrible to watch. Twice daily medication was no life for a cat who HATES to be pilled and fights like hell when you come at her with a syringe of liquid meds, so spending the money for a CURE was well worth it. She is now the most expensive cat I know.
We bummed a ride to the radiation clinic up in Westchester County for her treatment, and then rented a Zipcar to pick her up five days later. Today we had to take her into our local vet three blocks away to have a follow-up blood draw done. Normally The Professor watches Sabine and I carry the 10 + pounds of cat and carrier three blocks to the local vet. Today the Professor was not available, though, and we had to think outside of the box. Or inside of the hamper.
A cab was silly and more trouble than it was worth. Yum Yum fights like hell when in the carrier so I can’t just hold it in one hand and push a stroller with another. It is a two handed job. I was not able to hold the carrier firmly and wear Sabine in the Baby Bjorn. I looked around the apartment for a solution – the cat carrier would not fit securely in the strollers (I tried all three), nor could I put the Baby Bjorn on my back. But I could fit the carrier in our large laundry hamper on wheels. So that is how my sweet, eternally patient cat rode 3 blocks to the vet – in a cat carrier, in a laundry hamper, with baby singing to her the entire way while strapped to Mama’s chest.
Gotta do what you gotta do, I guess! Boy will having a car feel like luxury one of these days!