Cat-astrophe

This may be something you cat lovers already knew, but I didn’t. So in case it’s new to you, too, I’m sharing it here. I’ve had cats since I was six years old. Now most of my cats have not been as active as Duncan is. He’s a ball of energy. If I could hook him up to a generator, I’d have lights for a year. He’s got these feather wand toys that I bought at PetSmart that he absolutely loves. They can be interactive toys, but he also plays with them by himself. He even drags them up and down the stairs. And entertains himself when we are upstairs in my office, and when I’m away at work. Last night when I got home, the first thing I noticed was that he wasn’t at the back door. Normally, he hears the alarm being turned off and runs to the kitchen door to wait for me, chirping and telling me about his evening. I had to call him, loudly, several times. Even when he’s upstairs, asleep, he never fails to come to my call. This time, he finally came, after about five shout-outs. He came from Robert’s room. I was …

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Things I Learned From My Cat

Enjoy the simple things in life. Yeah, like batting a paper wad around my office when a perfectly good plush cat toy that I spent upwards of $5 for at the pet store languishes, ignored. It’s never too early to eat breakfast! Nope. We never say “no” to a good meal. That’s one rule I can really wrap my head around! Heading down to breakfast as soon as I hit “Publish” on this post, as a matter of fact! Sleeping on your back with your legs in the air might not be lady-like (but he’s a guy, so who cares?), but it sure makes for some restful sleep. Play fighting is good exercise and a great way to bond with your opponent. (And if you’re lucky, you get a cat treat afterward.) Who doesn’t enjoy a small bowl of Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream on a hot summer day? I can help my human with the housework by banking off the threshold to the kitchen and sliding across the tile floor on my belly. Well at least a foot-wide swath of the kitchen floor is now clean. (And I do this on the living room floor too!)

My Beautiful Daisy Mouse…

There is a flower within my heart, // Daisy, Daisy, // Planted one day by a glancing dart, // Planted by Daisy Bell… ~~ “Daisy Bell,” Harry Dacre (1892) As most of you who know me know, I lost my sweet old orange tabby, Sunny, in January 2010, to HCM. It took me over a year to get over his loss. I finally was able, after two “misfires” to find the “purrfect” cat, a sweet moggie named Daisy whom I adopted from the Montgomery County Animal Shelter on May 10. Things were going swimmingly even though it seemed like she was the most finicky eater on the planet. There was never that problem with my other cats, Sunny or Simon, my Maine Coon. Both had healthy appetites. In fact those two ate like truck drivers. So when she didn’t seem to live and die by the food dish, I didn’t think anything of it. I thought, well, she’s a girl, maybe she’s just a dainty eater. But last Tuesday, she started throwing up and became quite listless. I took her to the vet the next day who ran some bloodwork on her. It turns out she was in liver failure. …

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Catatonic

We had to put our sweet old orange tabby, Sunny, to sleep on January 14. It broke my heart to do so (and don’t think Robert wasn’t equally crushed. We both cried not only in the vet’s office, but in the car on the way home, and for days afterward). And it’s been a month. And … I still miss him so. I feel his presence everywhere in the house. Sunny was the last thing I saw when I went to sleep at night and the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning. I miss him most when I’m coming home from work at night. He’s buried behind the big garage and when I walk by, I always stop and whisper “I love you, big fat honey” while I choke back tears. On beautiful sunny days, I am reminded how he loved being outside in the back yard, sniffing things, rubbing his cheek up against the corner of the back garage, exploring under my watchful eye things we cannot see, hear or smell but they can. I miss tripping over him on the way to the kitchen, the way he always ran to greet me when …

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