Olivia+Cat+Dissection

=Cat Dissection = = =

The Cat Dissection. Oh, how you were my Everrest this year.I knew the day would eventually come, but I tried to block it out of my mind. Maybe if I didn't think about it, it would never come. Maybe if I forgot, so would Mr. Orr. WRONG. No one forgot, and no one wanted to skip it quite like I did. I considered getting a note from my mom so I wouldn't have to do it. I know she would sign it. But I was caught off guard upon walking into Anatomy a seemingly normal Monday morning. I should have known, the excitement in the air should have been a dead give away. But it was a Monday and I wasn't quite on my game. I can wholeheartedly say that I am a cat person. Born and raised. I love dogs, I really do. But I love cats the same amount. I can't remember a period in my life when I haven't had a cat. We currently have four, though we've tried to push for a fifth every once in a while. No one really seemed to understand my feelings about this project. Cats were just cats to them. If we were dissecting dogs I bet you'd have a problem. Yeah, welcome to my world. After a watery eye or two, I manned up and got down to business. Reassuring myself that the cats dies peacefully and wanted their bodies donated to science, I was able to be a very good partner. Cameron and I had a good dynamic. He was the surgeon, I was the doctor. He let me do the dirty work here and there but for the most part, I was in charge of the pictures, the utensils and getting rid of all that fascia. And boy did we have a lot. Our cat had to be the biggest. We kept betting each other that we secretly had the pregnant one and were a little worried when it came to the internal structure of the cat. Through all my emotions, I was able to work hard on this dissection. Once, even sprawled on top of the counter to get work done more efficiently. Though initially I was scared out of my mind for this dissection, I'm proud of myself for getting through it and really learning something.