First we had Gerry’s son here, for four nights, then shortly afterwards, my friend arrived. She stayed for two weeks. I think that became too much for McDuff. Normally, he handles Kevin, the son, well, and he never stays longer than four nights. This time it was different.
I started noticing, that when Lena took a nap, he sat in the hallway, gazing into ‘her’ room. He sat there for a long time … like ten minutes or so. Then he started to go into some sort of hiding, in places he never frequents otherwise. He didn’t sleep, he just laid there and gazed at us — a kind of vitriolic gaze 🙂
Lena, my friend, took this a little personal — as if the cat didn’t like her, but I doubt it was that. Rather that he didn’t get his usual amount of attention. Now it’s been two days since she left, and he’s slowly getting back into some kind of normalcy — his usual routines.
My weather app told me we’d get thunder & lightning around 5PM tonight. However; our feline app didn’t show any signs of that and it turned out he was right: no thunderstorm for us. It’s extremely hot and muggy so a little bit of thunder might have cleared up the air but it was not to be.
I get up quite some time before Gerry, my husband. Never does a “routine” seem more important and pronounced than in the mornings. McDuff, our cat, greets me, out in the hallway, with head butts, and sometimes even a little meow.
When the coffee’s ready, I sit down here and write. First, as of late, my Morning Pages and then I start to think about a blog post for the day. That’s all fine and dandy. He, McDuff is alright with that and the three treats I gave him while waiting for the coffee.
However … should this procedure take a few minutes more than he’s used to, then the “terror” commences. First, subtly, by just sitting on the floor, looking at me intensely. That’s bad enough — that stare is piercing. Next step: one paw on the armrest of my chair, other paw touching my arm, ever so gingerly. He’s used to that that, normally, does the trick. In 99% of the cases, I just get up then. But yesterday, that wasn’t the case. I held out. I just said something to him, at the first paw treatment, and carried on with whatever I was doing.
Not good. Now the paw treatment + meow + stare began. That was the worst. It became increasingly intense. I just couldn’t stay focused any longer — I had to get off the chair and go on with the morning routine, which means feeding him the wet stuff.
I told Gerry, who was up by then, how hopeless it was to try and write something longer in the mornings, but he just said “Well … you wanted kids, so … ” 😽
We had shrimp salad for supper last night. Isn’t that just a great piece of information?! It’s getting to be hot and we wanted to eat something cold. I always keep a few bags of frozen shrimp in the freezer, in order to be prepared. Now; the intriguing part. As soon as I even touch one of those bags, McDuff comes running … even if he is in the far bedroom! If I open the freezer and take out something else in a plastic bag, he doesn’t react. I just can’t figure out how he can make the distinction between shrimp bag and other bag. I know their hearing is good, but still …
Yesterday was no exception, so he got his quota of shrimp. While I cut them up for him, he waits, and stretches up towards the kitchen counter with his front paws. I’m amazed how tall he gets.
McDuff was due for his pedicure again. His claws were like daggers. Called up the vet and got an appointment for this morning. I’m so scared they’ll grow in to his pads. That happened with my first cat, Hadassah, and I didn’t even notice. Cats seem to have a different pain threshold compared to us humans. She also had such a big fur, so the swelling from the infection wasn’t visible until it burst one night. Of course, it had to be in the middle of the night, when nothing’s open (I did find a vet who was on call that night, though).
Now, these trips with McDuff to the vet, are always painful. They aren’t getting any better with time either. They’re painful for us all; for him, because he’s frightened out of his wits of the whole thing, starting with the car ride. Painful for us, because we can’t do anything to help him. We can’t make him understand that this is a necessary evil.
Normally, he senses beforehand, that something’s afoot, because I usually bring out the carrier. Today, though, I didn’t do anything until the very last minute. I brought out the cage, grabbed him, put him in there, before he even had time to react. That didn’t really help, but it shortened the amount of suffering time.
All is well now. He’s recovered and had a pouch of Clover Leaf Tuna.
So far, during my “daily post-project”, there haven’t been many posts about McDuff. There’s a reason for that; I’m saving him for those days when my mind is blank. I did have a few ideas for today’s post, but it seemed too complicated and involved some ‘reading-up’ on the subject. Perhaps another time.
Lately, our little darlin’ has taken to going to bed with us … meaning, actually sleeping in the bed. That phenomenon comes and goes in cycles, and of course, I’ve no idea what triggers it. I only know it’s wonderful to have the purring bundle with me in bed. His warmth spreads throughout the covers too, which is nice in the wintertime.
Yesterday, my husband, Gerry, was cooking a chicken in the oven. As he sat down to peel the onions … in a split second, McDuff was up on the table. He can hear the rustling sound from miles away, apparently, and he loves the paper-ish peel from yellow onions! I give him a few, very small, pieces of it, which he chews up with great enjoyment.
If you start to ask yourself questions like “Why is the cat doing this or that?” … then you get really mixed up in the head 🙂 Our little guy has quite a few oddities, apart from onions, but it all adds to his sweet personality and we love him dearly.
It’s one of those days — this morning, we took McDuff to the vet for his pedicure. Called her up yesterday, and made the appointment; 10 o’clock this morning. When I hung up, I think he knew! This morning, he most definitely knew — he didn’t act his normal self at all. But then again, many things were different; both my husband and I were up earlier than usual … at the same time! Continue reading “mentally exhausted [54/365]”
Fifty posts, and not one cat post … until now, that is!
We often wonder if there isn’t a bit of sheepdog in our McDuff 🙂. The rituals, when it’s time to go do bed … his built-in clock is always at work. If I try to sit here, at the computer, any later than usual, I’ll soon feel a very soft paw on my arm. Touching … very gently, while holding the other paw on the armrest of the chair. Continue reading “fifty and counting [50/365]”