If I were not married and did not have a child I no doubt would have been one of those "cat ladies". You know them...the ones who have a million cats. Right now as I type this I have one sitting next to my right leg and one sitting next to my left leg.
Well...maybe not a million, but I do love my critters alot. I enjoy animals in general. Isnt it weird how some people are animal lovers and others are simply not. My friend Diane does not enjoy animals...cats or dogs or horses or anything. She is simply annoyed by them.
Our neighbors cat,Simba, has been injured. He got a scratch or bite on his face and it got infected and his eye is all swollen shut. Here is the thing about cats...they can look like they have just been in a knife fight in the Bronx but bounce back very quickly once their wounds are cleaned and they have good antibiotics. They also tend to hide when injured. This sort of sucks when you are trying to find them in order to get them to the vet. I swear they know when you are looking for them. They sense it or something.
Well usually Simba comes up when I feed my cats and I usually give him some food too in the afternoon. He didnt come up to the garage yesterday but I saw him in the street so I went to go pick him up to examine his eye. Sensing impending doom he darted into the storm sewer drain.
Believing myself to be the cat whisper, I decided I would entice him to come out. I got some food and he came out but then a car spooked him and he darted bad in. For the life of me I could NOT get him to come out. I tried sweet talking, coaxing, everything, nothing going. So I thought I would see if I could gently scruff (grab by the back of the neck) him if I laid down flat in the street and stuck my arm in the storm drain.
Picture this: An overweight 40 year old woman lying in the street on her stomach in white shorts, orange pressed blouse, full make up and hair with her whole arm down the storm drain going..."Hey Baby...come on buddy...its okay...."
Needless to say, the cat wasnt buying what I was selling.
However, Michael did say I made one heck of a picture lying in the street like that.
Well...maybe not a million, but I do love my critters alot. I enjoy animals in general. Isnt it weird how some people are animal lovers and others are simply not. My friend Diane does not enjoy animals...cats or dogs or horses or anything. She is simply annoyed by them.
Our neighbors cat,Simba, has been injured. He got a scratch or bite on his face and it got infected and his eye is all swollen shut. Here is the thing about cats...they can look like they have just been in a knife fight in the Bronx but bounce back very quickly once their wounds are cleaned and they have good antibiotics. They also tend to hide when injured. This sort of sucks when you are trying to find them in order to get them to the vet. I swear they know when you are looking for them. They sense it or something.
Well usually Simba comes up when I feed my cats and I usually give him some food too in the afternoon. He didnt come up to the garage yesterday but I saw him in the street so I went to go pick him up to examine his eye. Sensing impending doom he darted into the storm sewer drain.
Believing myself to be the cat whisper, I decided I would entice him to come out. I got some food and he came out but then a car spooked him and he darted bad in. For the life of me I could NOT get him to come out. I tried sweet talking, coaxing, everything, nothing going. So I thought I would see if I could gently scruff (grab by the back of the neck) him if I laid down flat in the street and stuck my arm in the storm drain.
Picture this: An overweight 40 year old woman lying in the street on her stomach in white shorts, orange pressed blouse, full make up and hair with her whole arm down the storm drain going..."Hey Baby...come on buddy...its okay...."
Needless to say, the cat wasnt buying what I was selling.
However, Michael did say I made one heck of a picture lying in the street like that.
PS Simba is doing much better today!
4 comments:
Get your own man Biatch! ;)
mua hahahaha
smooches!
I could picture it Patti. And that would be me too. I LOVE cats. My youngest cat is very sick right now, so if there was a camera watching me sweet talk the "handsome boy" out from under the bed to "come eat for mamma" everyone would have to laugh too. Only this is a 49 year old women on her hands and knees (peering under the dust ruffle) with 9 grandchildren. It's a wonder they haven't pulled up in white coats! It's ok honey - I will come live with you someday and we can have 2 million cats!
Brenda
Patti,
You are totally the cat whisperer, but I haven't seen you get though to smokie yet and tiger, being such a happy cat, is a piece of cake.
Taylor
All I need is time Tay Tay...all I need is time.
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