1. I just got up for about 2 minutes to get myself and Tina some more coffee and Sally's ass came and ruined the party by sitting in my seat. Reese was sitting comfortably between Tina and I and now had to move to accommodate Sally's selfishness. Now she is trying to fall asleep and I am pestering her a bit for all the times she hasn't let me sleep.
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| I don't think you are taking up enough space. |
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| Roused from her slumber via. camera flash. |
3. The other day Sally was on the bed and she got that look in her eye....the bugging-out one. She started chasing her tail and she kind of caught it and was batting it. She started chasing it again and fell off the bed like a champion.
4. Tina was supposed to check in on the cats while I was home-I took Mr. Grumblez with me. I, however, am a dumb ass and gave her the wrong key to get in so she was unable to check on them. I was only home 5 days so it wasn't a HUGE deal...They have enough fat on them so they won't starve, we were just more afraid of them running out of water. The last thing I did before I left was fill up their food dishes and water dishes to the brim. I set out another food dish and another water dish in the hallway. When I returned I was expecting a goddamn mess and perhaps a dead, dehydrated cat. I was pleasantly surprised when all 3 cats greeted me at the door looking hydrated but hungry. There were 2 hair-balls that I cleaned up, courtesy of Reese I'm sure. Their water bowls still had water in them which made me feel better. I had left a cookie sheet on the stove, there was cat hair on it, evidence of the cats looking EVERYWHERE for food. I was expecting them to be rather salty with me but they weren't. The first thing I did after I set down Mr. Grumblez cage was put food in their dishes which kept them busy while I unloaded my car and brought things in from the porch. They were starved for not only food but attention. The first 2 days I was home I could not go anywhere without being followed or sat on by a cat. Their needy-ness is cute for awhile but it gets old really fast. The first night I was back Baby Chan was screaming all night. Even yelling and throwing pillows didn't make her stop. Her meow is so annoying too... It is also annoying when I am trying to work out and Sally thinks it is 100% acceptable to lay down on my mat when I am trying to use it.
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| Gotta rub my fucking face on everything. Gotta. |
Mr. Grumblez got really spoiled when I was home. My mom would give him a million raisins throughout the day in addition to carrots at random times. Now whenever I open the fridge he assumes he is getting something out of it. He must be broken of this habit!! **TIna is playing Monster Kitty with Sally right now. She finally jumped down and I am waiting for Reese who is on the back of the couch to take her place in-between us.** I need to take Mr. Grumlez out for a brushing. I was able to cut his nails and brush him when I was home. He is actually the easiest pet I have ever had when it comes to nail cutting. It is obviously not his favorite thing in the world but he doesn't scream like Oreo did nor does he flail around like Penelope. It makes things easier on him and me.
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| The pimp lay. |
I think the hardest part about going home was not seeing my cat. I would catch myself looking for him, forgetting he wasn't there anymore. Under my mom's jewelry making desk. In front of the TV. Behind the couch. No food or water dishes. No litter box. No meows. No fur balls. I would occasionally find a piece of his fur on a blanket or on the couch which made me really sad. The upside is, the house no longer smells like cat piss. However he completely ruined the floor in the dining room where is litter box was. The wood is now black. At least I have 3 other cats to love on. Not as a replacement of course, but as companions. No cat will ever be able to replace that beast.
It's now less than a month until Steph and I can move into the new place!! I am SO freaking excited. I can't wait to have a room that will be cat hair free!! When I was home I was doing a little bit of cleaning and organizing in preparation to move out for real. I found hundreds of dollars worth of pictures at the bottom of my closet and a few cat pictures were mixed in with the other memories, some well over a decade old.
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| Scootie (gray) and Oreo (black) Scootie died before I was out of high school. My mom came back from a business trip and had to take her to the vet. She was severely dehydrated and I think her liver had had begun to shut down. We could have paid an exorbitant amount of money to re-hydrate her but there was only a 50% chance of survival. We had found out a few years earlier that she was blind from a non-malignant tumor pushing on her optic nerve. Every once in awhile she would run into things which was comical but sad. Scootie was definitely my mom's cat. She let my mom give her the most attention. As you can see by the above picture she was a lot smaller than Oreo so I always wanted to pick her up but she didn't like it. She wasn't as pretty of a cat as Oreo-but he was hard to beat. He was a perfect tuxedo with really shiny fur. If he wasn't such a fat fat he could have been a show cat (which personally I think would have been silly) However her fur was really soft like Sally's and she had 2 gray dots on the backs of her heels which I thought was adorable. |
Well, this has been a super long post. I figured I owed you readers that much for being such a slacker. I will try and be better about that!!!
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