Posts Tagged ‘cat’

I Have Corrupted the Furry One

I have corrupted my cat. She just jumped onto the desk…and drank some of my Pepsi! I can’t believe it, just a few weeks ago she would run away from the glass as soon as she would smell it.

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Happy New Year and Notes

First of all, I’d like to wish everyone a happy new year. There will be no promise of losing weight, drinking less Pepsi, reading more books or anything of the sort from me.

Second, I am currently in Montreal for a few days—no more than a week. I have a few appointments and things to settle. Nothing of the “I’ll break your leg!” kind.

Third, I haven’t been very active online of late. I think it’s mostly because I’ve been quite busy with the holidays. Family dinners every two or three days don’t leave me with much time to chat, review and blog. I hope to return to working on the future of this site when I go back to my parents’ place. Here’s to hoping we finally get a router so my computer can be plugged to the internet.

Fourth, I hope my cat is going fine while I’m so far from her! Poor little scared thing. 😦

At Home, Now

I arrived home yesterday evening, but I only got time to sit down here just now, and even then I don’t have all the afternoon to myself for mindless browsing. So, I’ll just give a few observations and updates in list form.

  • My cat is still very quiet in the car. She was in there for 10 bloody hours and started mewing with impatience only around the last half an hour.
  • We ate at my godmother’s place for dinner (that’s the meal eaten around noon). There was delicious salmon.
  • Beatrice is still very scared and doesn’t go out of my room much—except, of course, when I’m downstairs, in which case she sometimes mews to tell me how terrible it is to leave her alone upstairs.
  • She woke me up twice during the night. Once, she had opened one of the drawers in my closet (?)…and fallen behind it, all the way to the bottom, opening the two other drawers on her way. The second time, it was because she was fighting with a plastic bowl filled with catnip, in an attempt to open it up.
  • My mother sometimes babysits my niece and nephew. They sleep in my bedroom, because it’s the one best placed and whatnot for that purpose. When I went to bed yesterday, the plastic that covers the mattress for when children pee in bed was still there.
  • How did we manage to need 10 hours for that trip?

Scruffy in Montreal

Perhaps you have read (and seen) about Jem’s Mr. Scruffy (except she writes it without a period after the “Mr”. Stoopid British).

Well, trust me, that cat looks like a king compared to my Scruffy. No Mr., because he certainly doesn’t look like a gentleman (or a lady). I don’t know his gender, he doesn’t seem very keen on being taken.

Scruffy first showed up a few weeks ago, I’d say sometime in May. He has short/mid-length gray hair and generally just looks like a cat. But not just about any cat. The first time I saw him, I thought he had just gotten into a fight. His fur feels odd, kind of dirty, and towards the end of his back (near his tail), it’s all…how to say…Well, it’s scruffy. The scruffiest fur I’ve ever seen, except on some obese cats that are unable to wash themselves everywhere.

He might very well have fleas and ceiling cat knows what else. I don’t let him in, although I suspect he did come in once, running away when I moved. I saw a flash of grayness running out.

My cat doesn’t do much. When I pet him, she stares at him with her big eyes. “Mommy, just what are you doing?” She doesn’t hiss at him, but she practically never hisses anyway. I think I’ve seen her do it a grand total of one time since I got her, and it was aimed at my roommate. The bastard had dared approaching her highness. Although, you never know, it might be because he was only wearing a towel around his waist and she was afraid of what might happen.

I feed Scruffy sometimes. I put a bowl with some dry food when I see him, and he eats it happily. He looks very thin. When I pet him (he loves being petted, above all around his head), I can feel his bones.

If I was very rich, I’d take him to the vet, but that would probably require me to get him inside first. I can’t really tell the vet that I’ll just show up whenever the cat comes here. Except for emergencies, like when my cat fell off the roof, there’s about one month of wait between the time you take your appointment and the time of the actual appointment. For example, I had to call about one month ago for an appointment this week.

But the difficulty of getting an appointment is not the main put off. The biggest problem I have is the price. As I said, he could very well have some diseases. I also have no idea of whether he has been sterilized and vaccinated. I just don’t have the money to pay for all that. If you do however, you can leave me a note and I’ll see to contacting you. 😉

Heat and Vacuum-Cleaners

I can never remember how to spell those things. I always put two Cs in.

Anyway, a rant and another cat story. I have a text in mind to write down and post, but it’s late and I must work tomorrow, so I’ll vent off and all that.

I usually keep my bedroom door open. It’s almost only shut down when I dress up. If I close it a bit when I go to bed (I always leave a crack for the cat), I’m sure it will be open after less than an hour because my cat will get in and/or out. The heater has been off for over two weeks. Same in other rooms. But it’s hot in my bedroom. I left the window open all night long. This morning, it was quite cold so I shut it down. Tonight it was already far too hot. I blame the neighbors. They must use the room adjacent to my bedroom as an oven.

Earlier tonight, I was playing with my cat. Or rather, she came up to me with her mouse so I lazily threw it around to play “fetch” while I was playing on the DS. She always brings it back. She’s very happy to go and get it, she jumps, crossing whatever is in her way. But today she got scared for life.

It just so happens that the vacuum-cleaner is in my bedroom, plugged in and lying down on the floor. I threw the mouse on the other side of it. Naturally, my cat had to pass this way…She jumped straight on the “Start” button. Needless to say she ran to hide and even didn’t want me to approach her for some time. She eventually came back to me with her mouse, because her love of playing that game is extremely strong, but she was walking very slowly and refused to leave the bed to get the toy. Poor thing. She deserves it.

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