Thankful Thursday

[mdlbear]

Today I am grateful for...

• The ASPCA's Animal Poison Control hotline | (888) 426-4435. If I'd known about this hotline when Ticia scarfed up something that may have been one of my meds on the bathroom floor, I would have saved myself a lot of unnecessary anxiety and guilt. (She's okay. Whew! I have since changed my bathroom routines to prevent re-occurrence.)
• Ticia, for cuddles and comfort. Also nose-boops.
• Cats in general, for having something to talk about with strangers.
• Eggs and English muffins.
• Family of choice. N in particular.
• Not being alone.

Comments

[chanter1944]

*cuddles the kittyness, if she's amenable to love from a random friendly Internet nerdlady*

*hugs offered to the human*

[mdlbear]

I'll cuddle her for you by proxy. She's shy with people she hasn't met; the second time she'll come out from whatever hidey-hole she's selected. The third time she'll be sitting on your hand so you can give her a belly-rub.

hugs back

[chanter1944]

Awwww. She sounds like a delightful fuzzy indeed. Thanks for passing along cuddles by proxy. I miss having cats around. I need to find a local shelter that isn't a towering transport headache and volunteer to pet rescue kitties again.

[freyjaw]

I miss my cats. Hospitals don't let them visit.

I miss my cat.

[thnidu]

Kitty of New Orleans (Not!)
tune: City of New Orleans, by Steve Goodman, as sung by Arlo Guthrie
words by and copyright by thnidu

Ista's not a kitty of New Orleans.
She came to us in Philadelph-i-ay,
Yowling in the cold outside our back door.
She took possession of our hearts that day.

  And she was small and scrawny
And she was kinda lame
 And grimy from her time out on the street.
But when she saw that tuna can
Straight for it at top speed she ran!
She knew it meant that it was time to eat.

   Hello there, kittycat, how are you?
  We'll try to give everything you need.
    Stay with us until we find your owners.
    They must be sad at losing you indeed. 

 We put her pix on lots of posts and posters
But not one helpful answer did we hear.
So six days later in a family council
The course that lay ahead of us was clear.

  We took our Ista to the vet
  For checkup, spaying, and to get
  An ID chip inserted in her ear.
  But when they found that she was preggers
  They took out all the little beggars!
  "Too young, too small for birthing" was their fear.

     Welcome, dear Ista, we love you,
     We're glad to have you in our family crew.
    We'll do our best to keep you safe and happy
    And hope that you will make us happy, too.

For fourteen years our Ista lived among us
Through moves, through family moving in and out.
And all that time she ruled the house and household,
She left no possibility of doubt.
  But she grew old and sickly
  And slept more than she ran.
  I had to medicate her day and night.
  The vet said "We can treat her,
  We'll do the best we can,
  But there's no way that we can set her right."
    Goodbye, dear Ista, we love you!
    But now the Rainbow Bridge must be your way.
    And when at last my time on earth is ended
    I hope that I will meet you there some day.

Re: I miss my cat.

[mdlbear]

hugs -- yeah, that.

You've probably seen my Rainbow Bridge page. I still haven't written a song for any of our cats. But since it took me 11 years to write one for Amethyst, I figure I can wait.