At the risk of abandoning the hard- hitting journalistic coverage you’ve grown to expect here at WWYT, and an even greater risk of becoming the All-Cats-All-The-Time station, let me just get a couple of kitten-related things off my chest, and we’re moving on. Deal?
First, and most important-- It’s been a long time since I’ve been as touched as I was by all of your responses to my last post. It’s such an unexpected thing to be surrounded here in this little virtual cocoon by so many great people; when I started this blog I never expected to have any readers at all. Your comments meant a lot to me, and helped to make a really bad day more bearable. I’m feeling grateful to be here, and to know you all, even from a distance. So, thank you.
Second, I think I owe the shelter lady an apology for making her seem more callous than she was. Her timing may have been a bit off, but she was a very nice woman, and she was concerned about my kids, and the solitary kitten left at home. (In fact, I called the shelter a couple of days ago because we discovered we needed to know whether Violet was gone, so we could let go. The shelter lady had kept Violet two more days, giving her pain relief and cortisone, in the hopes that it was some muscle thing the doctors missed. Sadly, it wasn’t and the kitten continued to go downhill. Ultimately they did put her to sleep, but I was touched that she also didn’t want to give up on the baby with the wise little face.)
Then, surprisingly, my son decided he wanted to get another kitten to keep Vladimir company, so we adopted another one three days ago. Dmitri. Naturally. He’s sweet, but a follower.
Third, to all the people who told me that “cats are easy”, I would like to report that you are all Big Damn Liars. Cats, from my vast experience of a roughly a week, are practically a full time job. They keep us up all night pouncing and thundering and eating meatloaf scented food and walking on the heads of the unconscious. They stalk the dog, who cowers from them, and has the worried eyes of someone whose anti-anxiety medication has run low.
They require a firm hand.
Also, I have been back to my vet twice in the last twenty-four hours toting a bulging Sack O’ Kittens. (One of them escaped the carrier on the way home today - a loose cat in the car while on the freeway= excitement!) Thank you, local shelter, for sending home with us two kittens each with an upper respiratory infection, eye infection, and three (three!) varieties of worms. (One type of worm doesn’t even appear on the wall charts. That’s how cutting edge these cats are.)
The vet sent us home with enough medication to open our own cat pharmacy-- pastes, gels, powders, and liquid antibiotics, all of which I have to force down or rub in the eyes of squirming, irritated cats twice a day.
Enough. Back to the news, because it’s my job to keep you informed about all the crucial happenings.
Here’s one. Remember my neighbor, whose yard looks like this?
Gazing ball man has added to his collection! I know! Luckily he had some extra unoccupied pillars, because now, flanking his door, are two green pears the size of small refrigerators. Apparently he’s moving away from the animals-in-chains/everything whitewashed motif and towards a more vegetarian world view.
I tried to get a picture of the pears (I’m on the scene for you!) but he almost caught me and I had to nonchalantly walk away with my cell phone up to my ear like I was talking to someone, when really the phone was recording a video of the palm of my hand.
One more thing:
Vlad’s shelter mug shot. This is where all the trouble started.
That’s it, I promise. Unless you think he needs a shower cap?