Boy, am I glad that the weekend is here. We have had a week! The most notable "thing" is that our cat got sick. Very sick. Now, remember, I do NOT like my cat. She scratched my kids so often and so badly that I nearly got rid of here about a year ago. However, Audrey LOVES her. Even if she has given her many, many scars. And she plead her case and cried big tears and gave me the puppy dog eyes. So, the cat got de-clawed instead of de-homed. Well, she just seems to get worse. She still has her back claws and has decided that my new black leather sofa is one of her many beds. Now, we have little scratch marks all over the sofa from her climbing up to sit on the headrest. She goes to bed in Megan and Audrey's room every night. Since our move to Sandy, she has decided that a new, fun activity is to get up at around 2 - 3 a.m. and paw at the door to get out. Since I can't sleep through it, I have to get up and let her out the back door. Every night. It's like having a baby again. One that I don't like. And I was nearly at my breaking point with her again when she bit Audrey on the nose the other night, enough to break the skin. I mean, serious consideration was given to taking her to the pound.
So imagine my surprise when, a few nights ago, I got a full night's sleep. No cat pawing at the door. I woke Megan up and, since the cat did not come running out at lightening speed, I asked her if (improbably) she let the cat out that night. "No," she replied, "she is still in here." And there she was, sleeping on Audrey's bed. Still. And when we got home for the day, she was still not up and moving. The next full night's sleep had me thinking that something serious was going on. By the third night, this cat that I had been thinking three days before about taking to the pound, was instead taken to a vet hospital. Where I spent money on keeping her around. Where I was told that I may have to spend more money to keep her around, because they weren't sure what was wrong with her. They just pulled a pediatric response and put her on antibiotics.
So now, I think she may be getting better. So the question is: What do I do with her if she recovers fully and gets back to her night-waking, nose-biting, litter box-stinking self???
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FINALLY!!! I check your blog all the time, hoping to see new postings. I'm too busy with the kids to think about a phone call at the right time of day, but I love to check what's going on in all my friends' lives (yeah, you're my friend :) I say "boot the cat!" However, I understand the pull of pleasing your kids and all you will put yourself through just to see that adoring look in your baby's eyes. Good luck! Mom's coming to visit Monday, so I'm sure I'll catch up on all the family doings. Keep blogging, I love it!
I have a cat...he likes to go out between 2-3 a.m. every morning...I get up and let him out because if I don't, he'll start scratching the carpet, then the bedskirt, then the mattress...you get the picture. During the warmer nights, I boot him out before I go to bed...but now that it's cold...ugh! Of course, I have a 4 year old who is a light sleeper and will wake up at 4:30 am to clean her room...maybe I can get her to let the cat out!!!
I am soo with you on the cats. I hate cats though somehow I have 2. they are smarter than we give them credit for. They attach to the kids, ah, then we can't get rid of them without the wrath of the kids. Nope smarter than we are. I've decided.
Love ya,
Karey
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