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When you wish upon a star...

As you know, Kitty is not allowed to go outside for two weeks.
He has already escaped twice, but we're doing the best we can.
When Pedro is outside, it's almost more than Kitty can bear. He sits by the door and cries and cries. Then he moves to the front door and cries. Then he moves to the window and bats at the window like he might be able to open it.
Just now, he was sitting at the door, staring at it when it burst open from a gust of wind.
I guess if you wish hard enough, dreams really do come true.

Wanna see something gross?

Seriously, it's really gross.

Apparently, I was wrong. Kitty didn't declaw himself. He appears to have gotten in a fight with another cat and suffered a bite, causing an infection and then an abcess...which burst...today. At about 4:00pm.

Mandi was here to babysit Shirley Jean because both Richard and I have class on Tuesday nights.

Richard said, "I have to go to class tonight. I can't take him to the vet."

Mandi said, "I can take him. We'll be fine."

I said, "No! You'll have the baby, too!"

Mandi said, "No, it's ok! I can take both." (Isn't she stinking amazing???)

I said, "Maybe I should just stay home tonight and take him to the vet."

At that moment, the front door opened. We had all forgotten that Lauren was coming over!

Lauren stayed with SJ, Mandi took Kitty to the vet, and Rich and I both left for class after praying together that the Kitty would be ok.

I won't lie, I felt a little out of sorts.

SO...the fantabulous Dr. Blair shaved Kitty's paw, cleaned it up, doped him up (he's feeling GOOOOOOOD--I just chased him off of the refridgerator!), and sent Mandi home with antibiotics and strict orders that Kitty is not to go outside for the next two weeks. He also recommended that if he's going to fight perhaps he should become an indoor kitty.

I think he might have a good idea and we'll use the winter to phase him out of his outside habit.

It looks like everything will be ok, but I still have to look at the cat's nasty paw until his fur grows back.

Ish (this is seriously gross--don't look if you're squeamish):

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War Wound

My cat seems to have de-clawed himself.

I'm not sure what he did last night, but this morning, he came in limping with a very swollen paw. He must have gotten his claw stuck in something and torn it out completely. There is a gaping hole where his middle claw used to be, and it isn't bleeding.

I feel so sorry for him that I can't even make him get off of the baby's snow suit. He's been pathetically limping around all day.

I'm sure he will be just fine, but I have to ask you, readers--why do these things always happen on a Friday?

Has anyone had any experience with something like this? Surely he is not the first cat to ever have done this. Let me know if you know of anything I could do. Kitty was my first baby--an engagement gift from Richard. I love him. (Both hims!)

My Heroes

Question:

Are men truly unafraid of mice, or do they just pretend for our benefit?

Thank you, Grandpa Bob, Richard and Pedro for rescuing me from my mouse today.

Kitty, you are a worthless beast. In fact, I would be willing to bet good money (that could happily be spent on something else like coffee or a new outfit for the baby) that you probably brought the mouse IN the house.

Who says we don't know how to party?

Kitty came in this morning VERY dirty. Who knows what he got in to, but let's just say that he's in the basement now, plotting our deaths.

Rabies?

No thanks, I'm full.

This morning, Pedro was going crazy outside so I went out to see what was causing the problem. I stepped on to the deck in time to see something fall from the top of our oak tree. I walked to the fence to see what it was, only to see the cat at the base of the tree, and watch him hop up over the fence back into the yard.

He trotted toward the door as if he was going to take the BABY SQUIRREL IN HIS MOUTH inside the house.

I don't usually get too upset about this kind of stuff (huge lie), except that the squirrel was STILL. ALIVE. and batting it's arms and legs in a swimming motion, surely as it slowly died in Kitty's mouth.

I yelled at the cat and stomped my feet and watched him run under the deck with his lunch.

I have a bad feeling that there will be a partially digested squirrel baby in the middle of my living room by morning.

Good thing we went to the vet yesterday for that distemper combination.

Gr. oss.