12.05.08
Since When Are Cats Not Kids?
People who say that pets are not the same as having kids, never had two 6 month old kittens.
I’ve now been to the vet’s office three times in two weeks; first to pick them up, then back for antibiotics for Stuart’s cat, and then back again yesterday for de-wormer for her too. You think trying to get a kid to take medicine is bad–try putting a pill down a cat’s throat. Kids don’t have talons on them like a bird of prey.
In fact, we never did get the pill in her; I crushed it up and mixed it with her wet food for the night and locked her up without access to anything else. She’s barely eaten any of it. She has an advantage of a hunger strike on her side because I have to feed Grendel Jr. sometime, and then she can steal his leftovers.
Every morning, when I let them out of their respective rooms, it’s time for a couple of hours of vicious cat wrestling. I usually have to separate them on multiple occasions, just because I get tired of listening to them meowing, growling, hissing and tearing up the house. You’d think to watch them, they really want to hurt one another, but come afternoon they’re usually piled up on the couch asleep together. Last night they were eating out of the same bowl quietly.
Of course, you can’t always complain. Not when they’re crawling into your lap to love and purr (my husband and I have dubbed this “The Feline Heat and Massage Unit”), or when Little Grendel, in hot pursuit of the other cat, falls into the toilet.
Tuesday I added a few new items to Etsy in the clearance section. I have more to add, but it’s raining again and our dial-up connection is slower than slow. This is really getting too much to bear. I need to take the phone out to the box and see if it’s popping and cracking there; if so, then the problem is on MCI.
