A lot less Trouble

Can a Klingon just fade away?

A lot less Trouble

A lot less Trouble

Our second calico, the one I call Trouble, just isn’t what she used to be. She used to be a lot bigger than me but now she’s down to just about my size. Like her sister who left us, she has taken to yowling at the door and drinking a lot. The thing about this one though… when she drinks, she thinks she is a desert cat in the Sahara and has to scratch out a watering hole. She meows and scratches and scrapes and drinks… it’s pretty funny except when it’s annoying.

The humans have noticed it too, and have started taking her to That Place. One time they came back with a bag of some kind of special water that they hung over a lampshade, hooked up the other end to the Klingon, and it’s fill ‘er up! What will they think of next?

It’s pretty amusing to watch No. 2 at this, because it requires about three hands. Sometimes the special water will start spraying all over the Klingon and him and the sofa and the living room. Then No. 2 starts employing what I believe is called salty language.

No. 1 is much more calm and collected. According to No. 2 she comes from a long line of nurses. They must be born with three hands, because No. 1 never has any trouble with the procedure.

When they started doing this, it really made a surprising difference. It took about a day for Trouble to get her personality back, which is to say, she started getting in trouble again. She did things like sharpen her claws, bat at pen caps, and talk to the birds, which she used to do all the time.

Oh yes, and she continues to have a talent for turning up in unexpected places. Like here:

You did say it was a garden bed, didn't you?

You did say it was a garden bed, didn't you?

And here:

Nothing here but us watering cans.

Nothing here but us watering cans.

Even though Trouble and I aren’t the best of friends, I’m glad she’s feeling better.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 31st, 2011 under Strange occurrences, What I have to put up with.

Comments

Comment from Toby
August 31, 2011 at 1:09 pm

Oh Willie
You had us really worried then. We’re glad Trouble is feeling more like her old self. What an extraordinary thing to have to do!
Molly told me that when she was a puppy we had a very old cat who started by swotting her in the face her but ended up sleeping in the same bed. The cat got very frail and wobbly – but she lived till she was 126! She was fed by hand towards the end because she couldn’t pick up her food and do you know what she used to let Molly wash her ears! I haven’t tried that with the cats we have now… well not yet anyway.
Cheers from Toby

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