I didn’t actually get to sleep last night. I had too much caffeine and I finally started drifting to sleep around 4:30 or 5 when I was awakened by a warm and wet feeling. Cullen had left me a present and I was covered with cat excrement (both kinds). I screamed for Jon and attempted to figure out exactly how I was going to deal with this given that I had to get the comforter and sheets off the bed, get some pet stain stuff on the mattress before it dried, get me cleaned up, and get the room deodorized. The comforter is sitting in a garbage bag and will be washed excessively when Jon gets home from church. The sheets went into the washer on “hot” — something I regretted when I tried to take a shower and got cold water. (There is almost nothing worse than an ice cold shower when you’re already shivering.) I did manage to get showered with a fair amount of whining and screaming (as I’m not a very sweet person on no sleep) and Jon offered to let me stay home and sleep this morning. Given that I was at the point of ripping the throat out of the first person to ask me how I was, I thought that might be a good thing (I’m sweeter now but not wanting to deal with people in any way/shape/form) and I got stuff prepped for Jon to take to church (tithe, receipts for mileage, a to-do list of what I need from my confirmands). I’m currently blogging until Jon is out of the shower and I can put the sheets through again on “hot” and curl up on the futon to go to sleep.
Category Archives: Cats
Famous Biblical or Literary Brothers
My mom is trying to come up with names for the kittens she is adopting and wants famous Biblical or literary brothers. I’ve given her probably 30 pairs that I could think of off the top of my head (and then cheating using the Bible). Anyone want to contribute to the effort? Leave me the suggestions in the comments.
This is Just Wrong
Boston.Com: All dogs go to heaven?
Bringing pets up to receive Holy Communion? Do I really need to list everything that is wrong with that!?!?!?!?!?
Guess we’re gonna start casting our pearls before swine before inviting them up to the altar…
There was a legend in the Middle Ages that if a bird flew into the church and ate the elements, it would turn into a bat. I shudder to think of what would happen to Freya if that were the case. She might turn into a real gremlin.
Freya
We had to take Freya in to get her stitches removed and the following conversation ensued:
Jen: Do you have the gremlin?
Jon: Yes I do.
Jen: She is such a savage little beast.
Jon: Yes, but she’s also such a darling little beast.
It was funny at the time as one does not usually associate the words “darling” and “beast”. Then again, Jon also does not have his hair attacked by 6 pounds of tabbage patch cat multiple times a day.
Interviews
Mom IM’ed me a few days ago to say that she and Dad were interviewing some cats that a friend was fostering. After Bessie’s death, I think she’s been lonely and my mother-in-law suggested that she talk to this friend and see if she knew of any leads on cats. The results were these three:
The black one seems very attached to Mom’s friend (who was responsible for getting them Trail Kitty) so I think he’s going to stay with her and they might adopt the other two so that they don’t have to be split up. (They seem attached to each other and it’s always wise to adopt cats in pairs.)
I’m happy for Mom — these seem like a good match for them and their current two seem to be OK with them. (Then again, boys generally are better than girls are about these things.)
You Know Your Cat Is Like A Child To You…
when you head out in blowing snow with zero visibility to get her sutures fixed after she has chewed them out.
Being the little gremlin she is, Freya chewed on her stitches and managed to chew the knot out of one. After trying to tie it again for 15 minutes with her howling, I called Rachel (her vet) and Rachel offered to re-suture her tonight if we’d bring her in.
The roads weren’t bad when we set out but after the suturing, it was pretty much zero visibility. We pulled off of the highway at one point… only to have a sheriff find us, tap on our window, and ask us why we were sitting in a ditch. When we explained that we had no idea where we were because of the blowing snow, he instructed us on how to get out and then had us follow him to our town. This was really good because all we could really see were his lights at some points.
Off to try and get Freya to sleep and then myself!
Spaying
My girls both goet spayed yesterday and Freya got her rabies shot. We dropped them off at 8:15 and got them back again at 5. Both were really inebriated from the anesthesia when we got them home and I actually had Freya draped across my lap on the way. Freya mostly slept last night. Edda wanted to be active, but she had no control of her bladder (thank heavens for Resolve Pet/Stain Formula!) and she couldn’t walk without falling over. She did manage to escape the study and try to run down to the basement, but ended up falling head-over-paws down the stairs. After that, I wrapped her in a towel and stuck her on my lap. She slept and chilled for two hours with me and every time she’d wake up and get antsy, I’d just stroke her until she calmed down. She slept the night and was her normal lovey self this morning. Freya has actually been extra cuddly and lovey. (We think it’s the “maybe-if-I’m-nice-they-won’t-do-this-to-me-again” sentiment.)
The boys are very angry because the girls smell weird and they think we brought home two new cats. Cullen actually (true to his nature) has come around and started bathing the girls. Finian continues to be a hissy puss and I’ve tried explaining to him that if he hates how they smell, he should bathe them himself. CATS!