| Cat stuff |
[Sep. 9th, 2010|08:04 am] |
My cat Ritty is in bed with me here at 7 am, seemingly happy. Maybe it is because she is full. Two nights ago she threw up an entire can of her favorite Fancy Feast, all over the foot of the bed--on a new bedspread. I turned on the light, cleaned off all the chunks--not so wet--just whole chunks. Next night, same time, she wanted her whole can again about 8 pm but I parceled it out carefully to her, chopping and mincing carefully. She kept begging til she had eaten the whole can. Everything seemed OK. Yesterday, still hungry, demanding food. But more horking. Last night, I gave her some and she complained mildl that she didnt have her whole can. I don't think she is reAlly hungry, but she is aging so fast and wants her comfort level secure---IMHO. (Temple Grandin...any help here?)
This morning, with mild mewing, she began demanding and I gave her a bit. Not enough, apparently, because at 6:30, I realized she was peeing on the bed. Completely knowing how to propel me to the food stash. This behavior is a reversion to old behavior, reported to me by some of her former owners from many years ago.
Bedspread and top sheet now in the tub. Mire rain forecast today. No hanging it out in the sun today.
I love my cat; am deeply bonded, we just got back from air travel vacation, her traveling in a flight carrier on four different take-offs and landings. Not easy for us, but the best of bad choices about seeing my 91-yr old mother for two week. I think we are vote still teeing to recover from the travel.
I am retired now for two years, living in new town, living alone, forging new life alone...challenges with family, children, basically been loving the life. Still feeling thigh like life is in many ways, on hold. Cat is right there at the heart of the metter.
Pets have always been a factor in my and my family's lives. I still remember my first cat, Smoky, buried on a special hill in Dallas on the Stevens Park Golf Course when I was about ten. She was put down with no input from me and thus began a very long process of pet relationships. Over many years, pet ownership gained a very strong foothold, often leading to wonderful loving relationships, strong responsibilities, a long and strong devotion to Suzy, Paco, Wally, Gadu, Rosie, Spot, Dexter, Clara, Ritty, Mickey, Lillybelle, Thomas, Martha Stewart, Fiddle, Philadelphia, Feliz, Charlie, Clancy, Lucy, Lulu, Bo....just listing these names brings up each and every one of their stories....how they were adopted, who they belonged to (often more than one family member), how they lived, died, affected us all, how deeply the bonds and boundaries of living with them, caring for them, loving them....
Making no apologia here for going on about this....my relationship with my cat is the most important responsibility I face in my life. My son has said to me "Ritalin won the kitty lottery with you, Mom.". Maybe he thinks I have gone round the bend? Well, maybe I have. I do know, I will keep placing my cat's comfort at the top of my list. If other relationships with humans in my life have fallen into second rank place? Mea culpa. I still love you all most dearly; now you know me better. |
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