A spa day for Cat

Jefferson Cat, First of His Name, Duke of Puffington, Lord of the Glorious Tails, Earl of Floof

The morning began by trying to round up #thisiscat #alsoknownasjeff for a trip to the groomer. He had some quite significant mats on his back legs, and a few near his tail. He was not amenable to me removing them. At all. Anyway, on the first attempt at wrangling him, he escaped the holding room, ran under my bed (where he doesn’t really fit), resisted being pushed out from under, almost lost his voice from all the hissing, and held us off.

Phillip and I were very patient. He eventually emerged from under the bed, and made his way to the kitchen. “AH HA!” we said, “We can get hm now!” We had to move all of the chairs, and also the table, and then, the hilarity began.

Phillip (wearing the special cat grabbing gloves), was finally able to pick up Jefferson Cat. As he did, Jeff’s bladder let loose, and a very healthy, non-stop stream of pee accompanied poor Cat into the carrier. As we were already late, we kinda left Neal to deal with the clean-up. Upon arrival to the groomer, I explained what happened, and asked for the bedding to be tossed. Luckily, I had a spare little rug for the trip home.

Due to Cat’s nervousness, it was decided he would be sedated for his salon services. This was possible, because the groomer we chose works with our veterinarian’s office. For a cat who is not used to such things, I was happy to have that option for him.

Many hours later, I got the call he was ready to come home…yay!! He was trimmed (only the matted area), brushed, bathed, nails done, and ears cleaned. Soooo handsome! On the trip home, about half-way-ish, I started to notice something wasn’t quite right. There was a smell coming from the carrier… Ugh. Jefferson Cat shat himself whilst on the way home. Seriously.

We arrived at home, went directly into the bathroom, where Phillip (again wearing the special cat grabbing gloves) had to hold him, whilst I (wearing regular nitrile gloves), had to bathe him. Jefferson Cat, First of His Name, Duke of Puffington, Lord of the Glorious Tails, Earl of Floof, will not be speaking to us for a very long time.

#thisiscat #alsoknownasjeff

We’ll see where this takes us…

Dad things #1

My dad took me to see David Cassidy when I was eight. I actually remember what I wore. A navy blue jumper that had gold buttons, white piping, and a flouncy red skirt. Under that was a navy and white spotted blouse. A very chic chiffon scarf held together with a gold slide-y ring thing adorned my neck.

I do not remember what my dad wore.

We’ll see where THIS takes us…

True confession #1

Spotty getting loved up by his cousin, Sock Munki

Spotty getting loved up by his cousin, Sock Munki

I still sleep with Spotty. He lives on my bed, next to the pillows. Whenever I pick him up for any reason, I give him a kiss. He’s been with me my entire life, so yeah, Spotty is also 51 years old. It’s been decided (by me), that he must accompany me to the afterlife as well.

Things I miss

Some things I miss (in no particular order) include, but are not limited to:

Sidewalks

Jarts

Tall metal slides

The Mill Race

Family gatherings

City chicken

My Batmobile

Saturday morning cartoons

My dad’s recliner

Teeter-totters

Popcorn from Sears

Oh So (mostly just the grape and black cherry)

The Sinclair dinosaur

Summer vacations that began the first week of June

Going “visiting”

Tree lawns

My dad

We’ll see where this takes us…