21 posts tagged “hairless cats”
I love cats. You know I love cats. I like having them around and petting them. I couldn't live happily without cats. When Hubbicula said, "We can't have cats, I'm allergic," I said, "Oh yeah? Are you allergic to these cats?!"
That said, I had my first experience being in a house with a lot of cats. My good friend Dana is a soft-hearted person, who recently took in some rescue cats. There was just no one else to do it and without her and her boyfriend Dave, the cats would have been homeless. This act of kindness has left her with 13 cats. I think it's been a real adventure for her, and it certainly was for me.
The first night I stayed at her house, I'd gotten in late, so I only glimpsed a few of the cats here and there. In the middle of the night, though, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I stepped out of the guest room, this swarm of cats swirled around my ankles hopefully. They thought it was breakfast time. I thought, "Whoa. This is like something out of a scary movie."
I backed carefully toward my room saying, "I'm sorry. I don't have any food. Please don't eat me, kitties." They didn't.
Here's the weird thing: it doesn't take very long at all to get used to having 13 cats around. In fact, it's kind of nice. There is always a kitty who wants to be petted or wants to sit on your lap or wants play. After three days surrounded by cats, it was kind of strange to go back to Lisa's house, where there are only 3 cats (one of whom is mostly invisible.) Then I got home and just stared and stared at my cats. They seemed so tiny and HAIRLESS!!!!
Crazy Cat Ladies of the world, I understand you a little better now.
Well, she's home from the vet and seems to be feeling pretty good. She's already making me a little crazy by refusing to rest and trying to jump up on things she shouldn't.
The vet said, "Well, since she's hairless we buried the stitches for aesthetic reasons."
And shhh...don't tell Flanny or Hubbicula, but here's what Sippy and I did while they were both out of the house.
Okay, I'm seriously fucking verklempt. I just watched McCain's concession speech and I got all weepy. I feel scared. Cautiously hopeful. Excited and anxious. Slightly tipsy.
I don't care if I have to spend the rest of my days blogging about my cats. I want to see Obama succeed.
Oh, except that Hubbicula insisted on being in disguise. Still, it's a close likeness.
Okay, my people, I'm headed off for my glorious week-long vacation in...lovely Wichita. Although I have other obligations, my goal is to turn this into a writing vacation. Or, failing, that, a lying around doing nothing vacation.
No, really. I'm a bad mother.
I'd planned to do something celebratory for the girls' 7th birthday on January 21st, but I forgot. So, I decided to do something celebratory for their adoption birthday, April 15th. I forgot.
So, belatedly, here's my something celebratory for the girls turning seven this year.
Here they are when they were just tiny babies, back when they still lived in New Orleans with their mother, Medusa.
Here's Sippy at 16 weeks. Don't be fooled by this moment of innocence.
I don't know why people feel like they have the right to question me about my wardrobe, but they do. At least once a month I have to field a question from someone I barely know about why I mostly wear black clothes, as though there were a single reason for anything I do. So, here are some highlights.
1. I like black.
2. Black is slenderizing.
3. It reflects the darkness of my soul. (Really, that's what people want to hear.)
4. I'm a writer, not a fountain pen technician. Not infrequently, refilling my Pelikan is messy. Sometimes even writing with my Pelikan is messy.
5. Every day there's a funeral, I never know when I might need to go to one.
6. Black hides mistakes. Except for mistakes made with chlorine bleach.
7. I'm somewhat clumsy.
8. I work around office equipment that produces icky black things like toner.
9. Sippy, who likes to use me as her own personal nap spot/scratching post/scent marker.
10. Flanny, who is a dirty dirty dirty little cat.
You need a paper towel for the job.
Sippy seems to prefer the tray under the litter box to the actual litter box. And this is why I never understood the urge to put cutesy things on paper towels. Aren't you basically going to use them to clean up things you don't want to foul a dish cloth with?
Thanksgiving Redux today:
Oh, yes, Dumb and Dumber are back for another visit with the girls. My sister has already made the trek to Momzilla's house to serve in the Temple of Turkey and Twelve Kinds of Pie, and she left the boys with me. It's going...how do you say? Not so good. Much hissing and growling with a side serving of slapping and spitting. Joy.
