Chinacat Sunflower: kitten

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Monday, 6 January 2014

Thought of the Day

Doctors who think putting something into someone's eye is easy, are morons.

Specifically, my vet thinks putting ointment into Luna's eye THREE times a day, is easy.

There are a few obstacles that I have encountered.

She has claws and doesn't mind using them on me
She has teeth and doesn't mind using them on me
She has these sad questioning eyes that make me feel like the betrayer of all her trust
She makes this sad hrrmmmhmmm noises
The stupid ointment applicator tube is impossible to unscrew with one hand
The dumb ointment applicator tube squeezes out either too much product, or not enough
The idiotic ointment comes out in a swirl, as opposed to a line of product that is impossible to apply
She has claws and doesn't mind using them on me

In addition to these things, I am on my own in trying to hold her down and apply this ghastly stuff. I've gotten some on me, it stinks. I'm sure it stings her, makes her vision blurry, and shakes her faith in humankind.

No one can help me. I have to somehow wedge her adorable little body between me and the floor, use one hand to force her eye open, and the other to somehow unscrew the tube, keep the tip from getting contaminated (so it can't touch ANYTHING), then squeeze it quickly into her eye before she realizes what's happening, jumps up, bites me, attacks, whatever.

Three times a day? Yes, Miss Vet, sure. That'll happen. With all the trust I'm breaking, you're lucky I get one full application in there.

Then I take a look at my poor kitty, see her eye weepy, and fear her eyeball will just explode. So I suck it up. I try my best. I wear my battle wounds with pride.

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Thought of the Day

I am more and more becoming a crazy cat lady.

I have a song that I sing when I'm feeding Luna. It goes: "Yummy yummy yummy in my tummy tummy tummy." This crazy tune continues until she finishes eating and gives me a head-tilt. She knows the score. She isn't the one that's nuts.

I often misplace things (that comes with owning a cat too, right?) and end up asking her, directly, if she's seen said things. I get another adorable head-tile and sometimes a low hrrm-hrrroo.

It's when I am sleeping that I realize I have truly lost it. I sleep in a twin bed next to a wall. Whenever she crawls under the covers with me, I will literally bend over backwards so my 'little baby' is comfortable. She pulls some cirque-du-soliel shit beside me whilst I'm clinging to the edge hoping I won't fall out.

Finally succumbing to the wiles of my adorable kitty, I settle for the corner of my bed. Any child would be scolded. Any normal animal would be chastised then promptly pushed to the floor. Somehow, in my mind, I have concocted stories of how she will resent me should I punish her.

She's only a year old. Sigh.

Thursday, 2 May 2013

Poetry of the Day

Furball yawns in my face.
If it fits, she sits.
She sleeps where she wants, poops all day long.
Curls up in a ball, twitches herself to sleep.

Such a spaz. Runs from everything.
Bolts at the slightest noise.
Such a spaz.

But she rolls around, makes tinny little meows.
Licks my hand.
I can't resist.