Thursday, February 24, 2005
Smacky update:

Smacky's doing fine. He was a little groggy when I first brought him home, but that only lasted about a half-hour or so. After that, he was all over the place. He made it a point to do all the things that I've been training him not to do: jump up on the kitchen counter and the kitchen table; he attacked my feet several times; he chewed on the cords behind the teevee/stereo; pushed around his water dish and spilled water all over. But he didn't do it with gusto. He just seemed to do it out of a sense of duty, as if he were saying, "Let's get this out of the way so we can let the healing begin."

Or something.

I'm exagerating, just a little bit, probably out of guilt. Certainly I hate to be castrated, although mine was always virtual and not actual, so I'm projecting onto Smacky.

This morning he was his normal self, lounging outside the bedroom door when I got up, being underfoot, waiting outside the shower to attack my feet when I got out, and sitting on the bathroom counter waiting to lick up the saline that fell when I put my contact lenses in. Is that strange? Aren't all cats strange, though? I guess I'm asking if that's strange for a cat which puts it on a whole 'nother level.
• 7:35 AM

Comments:
I'm glad Smacky's back to his old self now. Poor little guy. :)

My old dog, Teddy (he died years ago), LOVED his nuts. I mean he LOVED them. We just couldn't bring ourselves to get him fixed. We wanted to, but he never sprayed or anything and man, he could just lick those things all day if you let him. Heh.
# posted by Anonymous Rachael :: 2/25/2005 7:20 AM
 
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