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That Blog Post About My Cats

Minnie and Vito on the bed

There’s a cat on my desk and she’s growling at the cat on my floor that is sniffing around and has been worried about her all day. He, the cat on the floor, is about to be attacked by the cat on my desk.

I am in the middle of the battlefield trying to write my third-to-last blog post for National Blog Posting Month and I am dangerously close to turning this blog into a diary.

Damnit.

It’s funny. Again, I’m staring at my content calendar that has been telling me to write a post about the etymology of certain words and I really don’t want to write it. I don’t want to write it because I don’t have my point of view on that post fully thought out. I don’t want to write it because I have another blog post to write that has a more time sensitive publication date that I am (apparently) way more interested in than the deadline of this post that is midnight o’clock.

Isn’t it funny how the thing we want to do is never the thing that we want to be doing?

And Minnie, the cat on my desk, just chased Vito, the cat who is not on my desk. She has chased him because he is in her space – the space formerly known of as my office.

I guess I should be thrilled by this attack. Not because she attacked the Vito but because she’s sick. In case you were wondering, the worst way to start off a post-holiday week is in the veterinary’s office; the same office that put down the first cat that you and your husband and you owned together in your adult life nine months prior. And you’re there, alone, with your new kitty who just this last weekend you convinced your husband that you would like to keep.

No wonder I felt really wonky day today.

Minnie Stalks Vito

Minnie’s an Alpha. She came to us after being abandoned by her previous owners who moved out and literally left her in the house, telling no one. Her human grandma found her. And John found Minnie through a friend-of-a-friend’s Facebook. He saw per big blue eyes and her Siamese mix face and he fell in love.

We didn’t even ask if she got along with other cats before we made the appointment to meet her. That’s when I knew that as soon as we saw her, she’d be ours.

Old Man, may he rest in peace, passed away in April. We still haven’t opened his box of ashes that are sitting on my shelf, three feet from this computer.

Losing a pet opens a wound that never closes.

Old Man left behind a brother, Vito, named after the Godfather but has the personality closer to a teddy bear, likes to cuddle. He’s not an Alpha, though after bringing Minnie into the house, I keep hoping that he will be. As I said, he’s a teddy bear. Non-territorial, likes to show you his belly, and has the largest big green eyes of innocence that I’ve ever seen.

And then there’s Minnie, who was five-and-a-half pounds of fury when we adopted her in June and I’m so Goddamned proud that she’s up to eight-and-a-half pounds today. Cats come to our house to get fattened up.

And Minnie is eating again while Vito watches her from a chair. Which means she has her appetite back. Which means we’ve made progress if she doesn’t get sick overnight.

Tomorrow the vet will call me with results from her blood work. If anything comes back positive, that means that something is really wrong. If it comes back negative than that means that we don’t know why she is sick, but just was.

As soon as Minnie decides she’s finished with her bland, wet food, Vito jumps in to lick her bowl clean, like every good brother should.

Why do we always need to search for the ‘why’?

John Kimball and Minnie

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4 Responses

  1. Awwwe is the first thing that comes to mind. Love the questions you posed here. As a loving, caring person u asked why because u want the best for your kitties! I will keep positive thoughts in my head for you today, as I hope everything turns out okay for Minnie. Also, don’t feel bad about turning a few posts into diary mode…everybody loves a little honesty and someone willing to open up. It just shows how you are made up of all good. 😉

    1. Aw, thanks lady 🙂 Will report on Minnie’s progress once we get the call. The good news — she spent the night snuggling between John and me and got up this morning to ‘romp’ down the hall to her food bowl. I’m going to call that progress!

  2. Awwwe is the first thing that comes to mind. Love the questions you posed here. As a loving, caring person u asked why because u want the best for your kitties! I will keep positive thoughts in my head for you today, as I hope everything turns out okay for Minnie. Also, don’t feel bad about turning a few posts into diary mode…everybody loves a little honesty and someone willing to open up. It just shows how you are made up of all good. 😉

    1. Aw, thanks lady 🙂 Will report on Minnie’s progress once we get the call. The good news — she spent the night snuggling between John and me and got up this morning to ‘romp’ down the hall to her food bowl. I’m going to call that progress!

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