Saturday, August 4, 2007

The Poo-poo Pants of Trauma

The cats get locked in the house every evening, hopefully by dusk. I don't want them running around outside in the night, it's too dangerous -- not just cars and perverse humans, but we have coyotes in the area.

Sachi is more of a home kitty than Kitsu, she's usually in the house already when Kitsu finally decides it's time to come in.

Tonight though, Kitsu came in and no Sachi.

I went outside and called. I came inside and called. I rattled the crunchie bag and poured food into the dish. I looked in the tool shed and the spare room and the cupboards. No Sachi.

I hate it when I don't know where the cats are.

I was owned by Esmerelda for 20 years and Handsome for 10, they both died after I moved to Utah. I've adopted and lost two more cats since, Pandora and Brianna. I don't think I could stand to lose another. I love my cats, they're my kids.

It's 1:00 in the morning and Sachi just came in. She came wailing up the stairs from the cat door. As soon as I got near her, I could tell by the smell that she had poo-poo pants. Which means something bad and scary happened to her. I washed her back half and checked her out thoroughly. Found no physical damage. Then I gave her cat cookies to apologize for the bath and let her know I still love her. She's sulking in the cat tube now.

I wish I had magic powers to keep my cats healthy, happy and safe for long lives like Esmerelda had. I don't want them to ever to experience the poo-poo pants of trauma.




2 comments:

Michael said...

2007, a time to practice consistency, one of those traits I've never been strong on. Thus a blog entry to write every day....

~raises eyebrow~ Is our resolve failing or are we away from our computer?

I'd love to tell you about my cats but if I ever restart blogging that is a whole post of its own.

I will say however...OMG! Handsome is almost the twin of my boy Max. Max didn't have any white, he was just creamy and tabby or whatever you call it. Every day we were together would start with me waking up with a tabby hat because he liked to sleep on my head.

I miss that little guy!

Wunx~ said...

Cats are marvelous creatures, aren't they? And they do sleep where they want to.