February 20, 2012

• furry bodyguard

  I had a lovely idea for a post today which is just not going to be as I wanted it.  #1 can’t find the cat #2 can’t find the poem

  Our #3 cat, not pictured here or anywhere else because she is never around, has an interesting back story.  That really begins with the story of our previous #1 cat, who is pictured here.

  

  Anyhow, Katzchen was a sweet cat.  She was like a nanny to that loud baby- always letting me know in no uncertain terms that there was a baby crying and to get my slacking heiney in there to fix it.  And she guilted me into it too, no Dr. Spock for us thank you.  Anyhow.  She was ever present, ever watchful, ever tolerant.  So when she got cancer a few years ago, it was somehow a no brainer to get the most expensive vet in town to take care of her which involved huge bucks and a plastic cone head thing.  The cone was fun actually.  Because Katzchen scared the bejeebers out of big stupid Trouble, which amused me.  And then she was fine for a lot of years.  Then she wasn’t.  She was old (’cause that baby was 14 at the time and we’d had her many years before baby) and sick.  If you wanna, you could read my melodrama from where I used to blog. http://viewfromthenutfarm.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-less-meow-to-answer.html

  So we eased that cat into the hereafter and LLO started writing melodramatic poetry because she loved that cat.  This would be the missing poetry.  It was a heck of a poem that kid wrote.  I shared it somewhere, just can’t find it.  Big surprise.  Sometimes I can’t find the door.

  Well, the melodramatic poetry about sent me to the looney farm because LLO just wouldn’t let up.  Months.  So Christmas came and we decided that a kitten would be the thing to do.  So we went to the SPCA with the kids to pick a kitten.  LLO fell in love with this one year old cat, who had been malnourished and turned in to the SPCA with a broken leg, was ok now, and pretty friendly, and looked exactly like the dearly departed cat.  It’s disconcerting I can assure you.  I was pretty reluctant to bring this clone cat into the house, but I think we all know that I didn’t have a chance of getting my way.  And she’s not my cat anyhow.  So whatever.  Her name was Princess (like the dorkiest name ever), but it’s now Princess Buttercup, thank you very much.  Life was grand.  LLO was relatively happy with the new cat (still mourned the other one a little too loudly for my taste.)

  Life was grand.  Until I decided I had no choice but to rescue a friend from her knocked up stray cat who blessed her with- I dunno 9 kittens?  So 5 months ago or so, psychoninjamicrokitten joined the family.  Princess was not happy about it and knew I was the instigator.  She ignored me for months.  One day last month, I was taking a middle of the night walk and this cat followed me for a little while, all kinds of happy to see me.  I thought it was Princess, but the behavior was so strange, and there really are a lot of cats in our neighborhood, so I just wasn’t sure.  This cat followed me to the next block and then disappeared.  A couple days ago, I took a walk and Princess came with me around the block again.  She pranced about and then stopped directly in front of me to roll on the ground.  Because apparently I don’t step on her enough at home.  Then I walked out of her comfort zone and she disappeared.  Well, last night, she took the whole walk with me.  Clear around the neighborhood.  I stopped to wait for her a couple times.  She stopped to wait for me a couple times.  It was actually kind of nice to have a small furry bodyguard.

  This is something LLO wrote last fall for school:

  Grown Up Rule #345:  Don’t throw the cat

  Official Reason:  The cat doesn’t like it and you might get scratched.

  The Truth:  If you throw your cat, your precious kitty will transform into a 50 foot ferosious feline monster with razar-sharp teeth and claws as sharp as T-rex teeth!

  When they transform the first thing that happen is that their claws, legs, and teeth start to grow.  Then the head, neck, body, tail, ears, and eyes start to grow.  Then they stand up on their hind legs and crash strate through the roof!  Finally, they get out of the daze of transformation, and they ATTAK!  By then you should probably be running.  Sadly, most people don’t because they can’t bealive their wounderful cat turned into a horable cat monster.

  Oh, did I mention that those tremdesly scary cat monsters can BREATH FIRE!

  So are you EVER going to throw your cat? 

  Didn’t think so.

  So. Please Don’t Throw Your Cat.

  EVER!

   

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