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fireunA few months ago I took in a nursing mother cat and her kittens. She was frighteningly underweight, everyone was riddled with jumping and wriggling parasites, and somehow Lord Phaedrus knew something was afoot out on the porch (which made for a cranky old cat).
Parasites were killed with enthusiasm and vigor. Kittens were weaned and sent off to foster families, vetted, spayed/neutered, and finally adopted. The mother was slow to gain weight, but damn quick to win me over with her ridiculously loud, albeit a bit hoarse, purr. She was vetted and moved from the porch to the house proper. Where she tried desperately to play with Lord Phaedrus, who would have none of that.
She slowly put on weight. She was spayed. Microchipped. She learned that my bed is really damn comfortable. She dances on her hind legs to beg for treats. She gets up into everything and fears nothing. And she is freakishly endearing.
I just really wish she would not follow me into the bathroom and stare like that.
Parasites were killed with enthusiasm and vigor. Kittens were weaned and sent off to foster families, vetted, spayed/neutered, and finally adopted. The mother was slow to gain weight, but damn quick to win me over with her ridiculously loud, albeit a bit hoarse, purr. She was vetted and moved from the porch to the house proper. Where she tried desperately to play with Lord Phaedrus, who would have none of that.
She slowly put on weight. She was spayed. Microchipped. She learned that my bed is really damn comfortable. She dances on her hind legs to beg for treats. She gets up into everything and fears nothing. And she is freakishly endearing.
I just really wish she would not follow me into the bathroom and stare like that.
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Date: 2012-12-05 06:23 pm (UTC)