I would like to report that except for still having to be on steroids and occasionally throwing up first thing in the morning, Gracie is fully recovered.
Because she’s just spent the last ten minutes yowling to go outside, and every time I get up, she walks away from the door. Yes, she just did it again—all I did was sit forward in my chair as if I were going to get up, and she ran away from the door. Seconds, mind you, after yowling to go out.
Oh, she’s recovered.
Stupid cat.
Some of my best friends were known to throw up in the morning.
Oh, and behave inconsistenly from time to time too.
Naw, not stupid
She’s just reminding you who owns whom in the house.
If reincarnation is true, I want to come back as a cat in my family’s household.
You know, I think I’ve got an update to that old chestnut. The cat version should be like this:
Fool me once, shame on me.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me three times, shame on me.
Fool me four times, shame on me.
Or maybe:
Fool me once, shame on me.
Fool me twice, and you must be a cat.
By the way, Gracie is yowling again. Right now. I’m going to get up.
I opened the door. She stayed put. My heart leaped and—she ran away. Indoors.
She is now sharperning her claws. The next episode will probably be the real one.
Stupid cat.
Stupid me.
Glad to hear that Gracie is doing so well, even if she’s acting like a goof. My three specialize in fishing pieces of litter (I use sawdust compressed into pellets) out of the litter boxes so that they have something to bat around the kitchen floor, never mind that they have three types of toy balls for that purpose. Some days I think they’d have a great future as Congresscritters.
That’s great news, even if she is driving you up a wall. Please give them both skritches from me.
This is great news! I’m very happy for Gracie, and for her devoted human! And I say that as the designated door opener for our family’s cat (sometimes a feline just wants to make sure that you haven’t forgotten who’s boss).