I hesitated to publish this post this morning because it shows my immaturity so exquisitely. However, part of this maturing woman is the fact that she refuses to become so mature that life gets dull. So I look for nonsense in the serious.
We inherited a little cat from our youngest. The little one’s personal universe was constantly being violated by the grand puppy. She chose to live on the top of the kitchen cabinets so we took her in, to give her some peace.
All cats have different habits. I had a cat who loved to chew on plants. I haven’t been able to have plants since. Well….I do have some but I put them on a high shelf, thinking he couldn’t reach them. Silly me, some cats have wonderful jumping skills, but as he aged, his skill diminished.
I have a cat who can’t jump to save his life, and another really old one who is finding it hard to hoist herself up on the couch. I also had a cat who loved to eat string/thread….one time I saw a thread dangling from her mouth, I pried her mouth open to find there was a needle stuck sideways in the back of her throat. She was called Pinhead by my husband from that day forward.
Anyway, back to the little one. Her name is Knuckles and she has chosen my husband, the non-cat person, to be her human. My husband allows that little cat to do all sorts of things, like lie in his lap. She even gets a name….which isn’t Knuckles, but it isn’t That Black Cat or That Brown Cat.
Poor little Knuckles started vomiting and stopped eating. It had us very concerned so off to the veterinarian we went. After spending hundreds of dollars and a warning that she may have to have surgery, we brought her home and took very good care of her. (You know, we have a designated parking spot at the vet since we are such frequent flyers. Next will come the exam room with a plaque dedicated to our family.)
Knuckles’ appetite returned and boy did she eat, and eat, and eat….which, of course, came out the other end. Yesterday, as I was doing my daily poop scoop, there it was……..
a long piece of litter covered poop covering a red ribbon.
I was so excited I called the vet and left a message to tell the doctor that the poop was wrapped with a red ribbon!