#Caturday Small Rabbit Or Large Rat?

KatyaGKatya Graymalkin here.

We’ve been invaded. While Mom was out, somebody brought this creature to our house. Charlie let them in. Maybe he thought it was me, because we do have the same fur: mostly silver, with a little white underneath.

I was shocked at Charlie allowing it. But when Mom got home, she explained that my youngest sister, #4 Daughter, had this thing as a pet and needed us to look after it for a week while she’s away. Mom says it’s called a chinchilla, and I laughed. I mean, that isn’t a real word, is it? Mom makes up words all the time, but that’s the silliest one yet! ha ha!

But we don’t look alike, this thing and I, really. Look at the picture of me to the left, and then look at the creature below.

Dasha2Evil looking, isn’t it? Her name is Dasha. She’s from the Andes — or that’s her ethnic origin, anyway — so she needs the temperature to be 70F or lower. So Charlie put her on a table in his office and installed a window air conditioner to keep that one room colder than the rest of the house.

CHARLIE! He won’t even let me sit in his chair, and he’s turned his office into a refrigerator for this thing! And he and Mom take turns sleeping on the couch up there so they can make sure the air conditioner doesn’t freeze up or go out! Charlie won’t even clean my litter box!

DashastuffAnd look at this! This is twenty bucks’ worth of stuff Mom bought for the thing, not to mention the packing box she went out and bought, so Dasha would have some place outside the cage to play. Maybe I would like a nice big box to play in. I can just imagine what Charlie would say if Mom put a big cardboard box in his office for me!

But Mom says Dasha is just visiting, and they need to make her feel welcome. It’s only a week, so I suppose I can tolerate it.

meecesFortunately, Mom’s friend Marie Britt chose this week to make me three stuffed meeces to play with, although the Hello Kitty one somehow mysteriously disappeared and ended up on Mom’s Hello Kitty shelf.

Still, Mom feels guilty about all the attention Dasha is getting, so she gives me extra pats and cuddles, and I won’t say no to that. 😉

I’ll be glad when it goes home, though. Chinchillas can’t be wet, so they take “baths” by rolling around in volcanic ash; between the ash and the cold, Mom is all stuffed up and I hate to see her snuffy like that. I’d better give her some head butts and claw pricks to make her feel better. Love you, Mom!

Dasha1A WRITING PROMPT FOR CATS: Your person brings in another animal, not a cat or a fish.

MA

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One thought on “#Caturday Small Rabbit Or Large Rat?

  1. Jane

    July 13, 2013 at 6:37pm

    What a cute little critter!
    What a load of trouble!
    Buck up, Katya. Your Mom loves you best.

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  2. Pete Laberge
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    July 13, 2013 at 11:22pm

    Cat looks cute. Reminds me of my beloved and lost Sweedie who looked just the same. Bear with the rabbit, my feline friend. I had a rabbit for a few weeks as a kid, until a disaster happened. They are not so bad as visitors.

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    • Marian Allen
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      July 14, 2013 at 9:26am

      Pete, I had a rabbit as a kid, until disaster struck! Are you sure we aren’t the same person? A neighbor’s dog came over and BIT THE FEET OFF MY RABBIT IN THE NIGHT! Trauma? Oh, dear God, I still won’t sleep with my feet or hands hanging off the bed. True fact.
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      • Pete Laberge
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        July 14, 2013 at 10:16pm

        Mine was much worse, at least for me. Jackie the Jackrabbit lived in a nice cage, in the back yard, in the shade of the fig tree. The cage was on a little hill, about 1.5 feet high.

        But in Phoenix we had irrigation for the yard. The times cycled, sometimes morning, sometimes noon, sometimes evening, sometimes in the night. Our day, this time, was Friday night, around 4 AM.

        My dad had come home from a hard week’s work in Benson, and was exhausted. He just did not pay close enough attention. He obviously thought Jackie was safe. But the water pressure was very strong, and the water rose much higher than usual. The little hill eroded away. The cage sank. Poor Jackie was asleep. And he had no place to go. Dad never noticed. If he had, he would have acted. Dad found Jackie drowned in the morning. He was very sad, and came and told me. We gathered together for a funeral that evening, under the shade of the fig tree. I was too upset for another rabbit. We gave the cage away. I was about 10 or so. And at 57, I still remember…..

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          • Pete Laberge
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            July 15, 2013 at 6:29pm

            Sigh. Well, it was years ago. It was a freak high water incident. It could have been worse, as our house nearly flooded, too! One hopes, Jackie is “in a better place”. The sad thing is, he would have been returned to the wild in a few days.

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