Okay, let’s talk fur babies. I pent two weeks looking after my bro and sis in laws two little darlings, Coca and Vincent. Both are new acquisitions, from a local pet store that carries cats for the humane society. Both kitties had been at the store for at lest 4 to 5 months. So both carried respiratory infections and diarrhea.
Naturally when Andy and Michele had to leave on a much needed vacation they called me up.Of course I would come and catsit! For my new niece and nephew! Anything!
Well, I got sick when I got there. And am just now, after three weeks,finally starting to feel human again.
Cocoa is about 2 yrs old, shy, gentle and sweet. Still unsure of herself, but starting to feel worthy of affection and cuddles.
Vincent is about 7 to 8 months old. Already as big as Cocoa, and a homicidal maniac. A complete attention whore, and doesn’t want Cocoa getting affection when he wants it. He is a bully! But when he wasn’t trying to fling me down the stairs or knock me off my feet he was desperately trying to be babied, because after all he is only a baby cat.
Andy and Michele are trying to decorate and prepare their house for sale. So there are a lot of paint cans set up in their finished basement. One day while I was weakly sprawled across a chair in the living room, I could hear Vinnie going on one of his break neck speed running stunts through the basement. I heard some clattering, but didn’t care. I was real sick, and the cats always sounded like a full scale wrecking crew when they went on their runs. Eventually Vinnie pranced around the first floor where I was, then settled down under the living room coffee table.
I struggled to my feet and tottered to the basement stairs. As well as being ill, my ankle has been really weak as well. So I was navigating very carefully and slowly. As I reached the halfway point of the stairs, I realized that Vinnie had toppled over a full can of white paint right in front of the cats’ litter boxes, all over the tiled floor. I quite literally peed my pants in horror.
I spent the next 45 minutes swearing , staggering, trying to fight off fainting spells, and carefully sopping up a can of white paint with hot wet rags and a scraper. I got most of the paint off the floor. Then I went and changed. Then I realized there were little white paw prints all over the rest of the basement floor. And up the carpeted steps. I followed the paw prints up.
Little white paw prints all over the living and dining room floor boards. All over the teak dining table that the Nelson family has used for 35 years. All over the new black leather chairs that cost $200.00 each, on sale. And I thought, as sick as I am, I force myself to go out and buy, then cook chicken for these cats because of their diarrhea. I fight my own cramps, nausea and bad chest and exhaustion to take care of them. And as a reward they keep me up at night fighting in the bed, Vinnie continues to try and kill me….
And then Vinnie comes and wants his Aunty Sandra to pick him up so he can be a baby. And Cocoa shyly asks for some lovin’ while she reclines on the kitty condo…..what’s an aunty to do? Sigh. The varmints are winning. They rule the world.
XOXOXO
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