The Birthday Cat
The Cat turned 14 today, and she told me--in between naps and bites of tuna--that she has a few birthday wishes: 1. Never to see the vet again. I told her sorry, not gonna happen. . . and in fact the office manager wished her a happy birthday when she called to confirm Monday's appointment! She'll probably get another steroid shot, which has helped a lot, and she's been pretty good about taking her thyroid meds (at around 5 in the morning from her half-asleep human). 2. Keep the tuna coming. The main goal is to keep The Cat eating, and if possible, eating grain-free and limited-ingredient proteins for her sensitive stomach. I can't seem to wean her off Fancy Feast, but we've come to a compromise where she eats B.G. Tuna topped with Fancy Feast Elegant Medleys Shredded Yellowfin Tuna. Supposedly the green bits in the Elegant Medleys are "garden greens." Huh. 3. Get her "fluff" back. Her shorn belly has been regrowing for the past nearly three months, and while it is getting harder to tell she ever was shaved, I can still tell she's still missing that little extra fluffy something. 4. Death to the chipmunks! (I told her it's not really polite to use your wishes that way, but they really do get on her nerves when they pop up on the patio, whereupon she starts seeing red and chirping trash talk at them. She even let a robin who was poking around for worms in the grass have it the other day. He looked a little dumbfounded.) 5. She also wanted to wish a happy birthday to two others celebrating birthdays today: Fiona at Little Lioness and Baby Kitty at Confessions of a Plate Addict (a fave stop of our friend PammyPam)! Because the current temperature outside according to the Weather Channel is 100 (feels like 112!) and the A/C is doing its best to cool the apartment to a budgeted 76-77, The Cat has flopped herself atop the fridge (that would be the freezer, I guess) to catch the breeze from the ceiling fan. She's a good kitty and I hope she has some good times as a 14-year-old. And of course some fun and slightly mischievous times as well.
"Wash the dishes, hooman!" But I can't--you're on my dishwashing towel!