Archive | Crazy cat lady RSS feed for this section

Warn Gloria: The rhythm is coming

10 Jul

Bearcat became paranoid by a rustling plastic bag that I picked up off the floor. My conversation with the cat:

Me: “Are you afraid it’s going to get you?”

Bear: Wide-eyed panic.

Me: “Is it the bag? The sound? The rhythm? Is the rhythm going to get you?”

Bear: Runs away.



So it must be true.

What I did on vacation: Day 2

14 Apr

  • Survived two deadly pre-dawn Bear attacks.
  • Began to wonder if new medicine is making Bear homicidal.
  • Drove to my mother’s.
  • Helped her start to clean out the garage.
  • Found four of my old coin banks.
  • Reclaimed my fortune — at least $5.
  • Dug through 1860 Census records.

What I did on vacation: Day 1

12 Apr

  • Several Bear attacks.
  • Mailed taxes.
  • Chiropractic appointment.
  • Killer headache.
  • More Bear attacks — there was blood.
  • “Chuck” marathon.
  • Blog maintenance (sorry, not this one).
  • Laundry.

Sick cats are no fun

7 Apr

The Bear has been sick.

She hasn’t been eating much, she’s been pukey, she’s been pulling her own hair out, she’s been lethargic. She has felt so poorly that she’s spent most of her waking hours snuggled up against me. Not attacking. That is truly unusual.

So on Monday we went to the vet. My svelte 9.5 lb. kitty is down to almost 8.5 lbs. in less than a year. Nothing angers Bear more than a trip to the vet. The vet poked and prodded a bit while Bear growled, hissed and generally threw a fit. With claws. Then they knocked her out to draw blood and take X-rays.

Early Tuesday morning, Bear had to go back for an endoscopy — her second, actually. The first was in 2007 and led to a diagnosis of inflammatory bowel disease. For the endoscopy, the vet knocked her out again, shaved part of Bear’s left front leg for an IV, and a large square patch on her neck. So now she kind of looks like she was trying for a poodle haircut.

We won’t know the test results until Friday or Monday. Until then, I have an unusually clingy cat.

(Mid-blog post, I moved from the computer to grab dinner. Bear sat down on the keyboard and typed: ‘;//yuuuuuuuuzxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx………………. Yep, that pretty much sums it up.)

It’s easier when Bear doesn’t help

20 Feb

Bearcat likes to type, but it’s never in English. I’ve caught her trying to instant message people. Usually, I think she’s swearing in some secret cat language. This time, I’m pretty sure she’s judging what I was trying to write in my self-evaluation for work.

Page 3 of 6<< First...234...Last >>