Saturday, January 8, 2011

Update: re "Here Pussy, Pussy, Pussy."....

Well, right off the top I can tell from your comments that I made a huge mistake in describing my search for the little cat using the call, "Here pussy, pussy, pussy". I apparently elicited lots of giggles with that one.   Actually, I have a number of different desperate calls that I use, but it seems the only socially  acceptable one must be ,"Here kitty, kitty, kitty" and I will remember that in the future.  (The rest contain words far more unacceptably than "pussy").   I guess I have been lucky so far that my plaintive shouts and pleas as I run up and down the alleys have only brought cats into my life and not, for instance, say Working Girls or Lesbian Vampires........

This will only be a short work.......I am still too exhausted from yesterday's adventures to mumble on at any great length..........for one thing, I had to get up at the ungodly hour of 6 am in order to deliver the patient to the hospital for hr spaying and had to wander all over the east Valley trying to find the place.  I had forgotten that it is still pre-dawn at 6 or 7 in the am and I  am nearly blind when it is dark.....am not supposed to drive after dark or before dawn.  but being so unfamiliar with that particular piece of the day I hadn't considered that problem  until I looked out and realized that I could  barely see my car in the driveway.

In addition, I had printed the map and directions off of the computer  and inspected the map carefully and thought I knew exactly how to get there. It was only after having to retrace my path several times without finding the street that I stopped and, with the help of my little flashlight and glasses, read the directions and found that the reason I couldn't find the effing  street Clybourne was because it actually was the well known and highly traveled Sherman Way which, unbeknownst to me,  somehow suddenly dead ended near the Burbank Airport,  zigged at right angles to the left and thereafter became Clybourne.  Sigh.  Who knew.

Anyway, I just want to report that after that  the sun came up and all went well.   I retrieved Kitty at 4pm, installed her in my bathroom with assorted beds, delicacies and kitty box and found her an hour later (having rejected all the beds) comfortably curled up in my lovely oval hand painted Talavera sink which cats seem to be unable to resist. OK with me......I did not have to bend down to hand feed her and my knees were VERY grateful.

Since then she seems totally content to lounge about in my small but cosy bathroom where I intend to keep her for a few more days while she heals.  She has learned to use the kitty box and has begun to eat on her own, tenks gott, so no new disasters.  I do not want to think about the day I will have to  try to bring her out of seclusion to have lunch with the girls...........no.......I definitely do not want to think about that tonite.

There is another chapter to this melodrama which I will relate at a future date, but , fear not, it has a happy ending  So good nite, my dears........I finally hope to get an anxiety-free nite's sleep.  And the same to all of you!

10 comments:

  1. Glad to hear all is going well now ~~~

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  2. Delightful to know, I am not alone in getting lost.

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  3. That kitty cat lucked up when she crossed your radar.

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  4. So, are the Lesbian Vampires stalking you now, Lo? Glad to hear that kitty's contained and on the mend!

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  5. Your bath sounds like the perfect haven for a kitty that is on the mend..is she melting your heart yet?:)

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  6. Thank you for your care of her.

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  7. I love that kitties love the sink! It was very sweet of you to care for her so lovingly.

    I hope you slept deeply and comfortably!

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  8. This is a perfect example of your caring ways! You are definitely a one of a kind lady, my dear friend..I too, hope you have a peaceful sleep! I remember the picture you sent of your lovely bathroom sink..Your "kitty" probably thinks she has surely died and went to Heaven,,,

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  9. Well done, Lois - I hope the little cat appreciates what you have done for her. I trained my 2 cats to come to me when they were little by shouting "fish fish fish" in a silly voice whenever I fed them. Now I'm the village idiot squeaking "fish fish" in the garden when I want them in... Jo :-)

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  10. How does one go out in public calling for their cat these days? This is the genesis of political correctness these days. Huck Finn is now N-word free. Melvilles great novel will soon be known as Moby Private Part and.... oh stop. Glad you seem you feisty self these days Lo.

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