He is one of the cats previously mentioned. He is huge, orange and white, and if he had his own set of thumbs to operate the back door, he wouldn't need me at all. Except when he is hurt. Then he is a big fat baby...
I washed his wounds with soap and water, mostly to determine how badly he was hurt and if I needed to be late to work and hustle him to the vet. I've had cats since I was six, and I can handle most minor cat injuries myself. A little wound on his hind foot, a puncture on his ear was the source of most of the blood, and a lot of little scrapes. I think the greatest wounding was to his pride, not from being thoroughly whomped, but from the indignity of my first-aid skills. That boy bitched me out! I bundled him up and he slept for almost 18 hours. Two hours ago he was begging to go outside again. Guess he has a grudge to settle. It will have to wait for another day, at least until he has stopped limping.
I have five cats in all, and that is more than plenty. Three is my "happy cat" number, but seven years ago I found a stray who was too wonderful not to save. She had obviously been someones pet. Friendly, skinny, de-clawed, and (I thought) fixed, she ended up having 4 babies on my brand new (purple) Egyptian cotton sheets. After years of finding homes for kittens, I had run out of friends needing cats and could only find homes for half the kittens. Let me tell you, the potty box gets full fast with 6 cats. Three years ago we lost the the oldest mamma cat, she was 18. She had originally been my sister's cat, but when she moved into an apartment, Tootsie didn't adapt to high-rise living as an indoor cat. She spent three days under the guest bed yowling. Constantly. Finally B called me, begging me to take her back. Tootsie never forgave her for those three days. When we finally had to put her down, B, her husband E and I took her in. The Vet asked who's cat she was, and simultaneously we all said "Mine!" So now I'm "down" to five cats.
Oddly enough for someone who has had cats for most of her life, I don't like all cats. I love MY cats. I raised them right. They make me laugh. So call me a cat snob, but please god, DO NOT call me the cat lady! :)
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I would never call you "cat lady" (to your face). :-) I hope Henry is feeling better!
Thank you for the sweet words on my blog..and welcome to you here in the blogosphere...I am rebuilding my workspace and shop because I have never really finished it before my maternity leave. I will show pictures on my blog later....
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