Hi, I’m Munchkin.
Granny is out of the hospital and in a transitional care place, where they’re making her strong again so she can go home. MA still goes to see her every day, but she isn’t gone as long and spends more time with us.
Pop sort of got used to us when he was alone with us so much. Now that MA is back feeding us and cleaning our litter boxes, he likes us pretty well.
I got in bad trouble, but not as bad as I was afraid of, and Pop agreed it wasn’t my fault. MA accidentally locked me up here instead of in the basement overnight! I sure got hungry, but I didn’t like to complain. I had to piddle, of course. I couldn’t help it. I picked two places and used those. One of them was the tiles in front of the fireplace and the other one was next to the radio speakers.
Pop was pretty mad, but MA understood and explained it to him: The tiles have wood chips on them from the fires Pop builds in the fireplace and the speaker has a plant on top that drops leaves onto the rug. Those two places were as close to Outside as I could find up here. So Pop agreed I’m pretty smart and that I tried to be good.
Amidala missed me when she was downstairs and I was upstairs! She stuck her nose in my ear and everything!
Happy Days
And MA is buying us the yummiest food ever! It’s Blue Wilderness salmon and Taste of the Wild mix and 4Health turkey and salmon. Oh, boy, it’s good!
Now if the places the vet shaved to test my blood for hyperthyroids would just grow back, everything would be perfect.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What would it take for your life to be perfect?
MuA
Jane
January 24, 2015 at 10:00amHi, kids,
Reminds me of Rory’s first night in the basement(or in ANY kind of house, for that matter). We put out a litterbox, etc. But Rory was NOT going to step into that cat-trap! Oh, no! He was too smart.
The next morning, he was perched on the window sill (very slanty and not any kind of perch at all–but he was there). He was so confused about where he was that he had to look out. I plucked him down and took him up to the back door to look out. He perked up, oh yeah, the back yard. OK. He reached his little furry head over and snorked me. This involves running the mouth part over the side of your face and nose so that you get the full, open-mouth effect all over your face. Snorked. He was happy.
Downstairs again, I checked the box. No go. Nearby, Rory had scraped together some dust and stray cat sand etc. and he’d used that, very neatly covering up afterwards. We compromised. He agreed to use the litter if I put it on a cookie sheet, so he did’t have to step into anything.
Say, maybe Munchie…..??
Marian Allen
January 24, 2015 at 1:20pmHe uses all three basement litter boxes AND the basement floor by the garage door to widdle, plus the upstairs spots if he trapped upstairs. He only made a solid mistake the first day he came. He’s a good boy.