Where I worry about my cat, like the crazy cat lady that I am

Remember when Smokey’s eye was infected?  It’s still a little watery and not quite right thanks to the roommates being idiots and not giving their cat the medicine she needs.  Grrr.  Don’t get me started on this.

Because I live with an idiot, my cat is now sick with an infected eye as well.  My Molly!  It worries me and absolutely breaks my heart to see her in discomfort.   I’m very  attached to her, so she’s the cat I worry most about.  I know it’s a terrible thing to have favorites, but I feel like the other cats can adapt to situations better than Molly can.  With her, she doesn’t like anyone else.  The major complaint other people have about her is that she’s “mean” and “unaffectionate”, but she’s exactly the opposite.  She’s extremely shy and even though she’ll tolerate other people, she prefers to spend 90% of her day in my bedroom or following me around the apartment.   I have to shoo her out of the bathroom when I take a shower or else she’d happily sit beside the tub and wait for me if I let her.  My lap is the only lap she has ever curled up on.   Seeing her in pain just kills me.  I can’t stand it.

She has a vet appointment on Wednesday, but in the meantime she’s hiding out in my bedroom and I’m worrying, but maybe I can sleep now that I vented a little bit.