Some people know it’s Spring because the groundhogs have come out of their holes and didn’t see their shadows. I know it’s Spring because my cats are going nuts, particularly Dante. Usually Dante’s a pretty calm, easy-going cat who rarely makes a peep. But now, with the warmer temperatures, he’s a whole other cat. He howls at the back door, he makes escape attempts out our front door, and he’s been attacking Hobbes as much as the other way around. I don’t know this guy. He did get outside on garbage night and disappeared into the pitch black darkness of our neighbour’s backyard. Flashlight in hand, Steve and I cornered him and got him back but it gave us enough of a scare that the next day we went and got collars and tags.
So Hobbes and Dante have a new look:
Hobbes has had the collar for a couple weeks now because we wanted him to have a bell – that way he couldn’t do anymore sneak attacks on Dante. But now they both have tags with their names, and our phone number and address.
Kimba has a new look too:
Poor little guy’s feeling the cool Spring breeze, that’s for sure!
Why is his little kitten pot-belly shaved? We had an emergency visit to the vet last Thursday because he had stopped eating and was throwing up. We never figured out for sure what was wrong with him, but one of the theories was that he ate something bad and they needed to do an ultrasound to see if there was an obstruction in his tummy. So they had to shave him. They also shaved one of his arms where they attached the iv to rehydrate him, and when we picked him up the next day, the last bandage he’d had was put on too tight so that his little kitten paw was puffed up twice its size and it looked like a cartoon paw! Despite these indignities he got lots of compliments for being such a handsome guy – although truth be told (don’t tell him!) everyone thought he was so pretty and kept calling him a girl – there’s no end to the affronts one suffers at the vet’s.