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Thanks.  Roverian drama-cat. Came home from work today - no cat to greet me. Usually he's pushing his way out the flat door squeezing himself to cigarette-paper thinness and moving at the speed of "meeeeeeeouw". No cat... Called "Rover...?" Still no cat. Asked Better Half, "What have you done with my cat?" "He's got a sore foot" and he pointed to the sleeping-bag catbed by the radiator. Two ears appeared and a limping cat. Foot examined (to loud hissing - he only does that when it really hurts) and a toe found warm, slightly swollen and the claw raggedly broken just by the quick. As soon as I sit down, he jumps on my lap, makes a great show of keeping his paw well clear of any contact. I wrap him up warm and stay still. Poor mittens. A sliver of ice from the freezer gets balanced on the good side of the sore foot so the cold melt-water can run over the sore toe (he won't tolerate anything touching the toe directly even slightly). Fingering quickcall button for "Vet - emergency". The movement nets me a murderous glance and a three-legged cat jumps off my lap and hides in the sleeping-bed again. I wander through the flat, planning taxi, what to bring, what to tell the vet and I suddenly notice Rover on the mat in front of the door, asking to go out. "Cats go hide to die" I think, and bannish the thought. "Ok, you can go out in the hallway, but you're *not* going outside like that" Mind lists scary reasons why. I open the door and Rover wanders out. Putting weight on the foot. I follow and he bats at the grass-stalk he left there yesterday. "Hmm...". I slowly move the stalk away and he grabs it with both front paws - feeling better then.... After a good stick-chase up and down the stairs, thundering through the hall after thrown bits of turkey and a good pouchful of catfood I decide that the vet can wait until tomorrow (or Wednesday which is when I'd booked him in earlier for a few minor and decidedly unurgent health-glitches). His paw is still sore, so he is being seen by a vet, but with a bouncy, eating cat I think he can stew until I don't have to pay a fortune for his visit. Cats...they're worrying enough when they are feeling well, but when they decide to feel poorly they don't half scare you to death. |
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Hreow, you have a wonderful way with words and I really enjoyed reading that..  I hope Rover's bad foot gets better very soon! |
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Lol @ Rover, don't they know how to play the sympathy vote!! I know exactly where you are coming from as one of mine isn't 'quite right' tonight and I'm umming and ahhing about calling the vet! cats eh??  |
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You are a wonderful story-teller Hreow - thank you for sharing!!! I've just read your chronicles too..........all very humerous and entertaining. I feel like I know you and Rover so well now!!!  He is totally stunning too - I love all the photos!!! |
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Oh, they can be such "drama queens" if necessary, scaring the wits out of us! Awww, give Rover a pat from me and tell him I hope his poorly paw is much better tomorrow!!!Too bad cats can't be nominated for acting at the Oscars...that sounds like a great performance...!! |
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 April fool's? |
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Just to add the most recent links to the comprehensive works of Rover. http://www.catsey.com/showthread.php?t=20231 http://www.catsey.com/showthread.php?t=21807 http://www.catsey.com/showthread.php?t=23314 I can't add these to the OP any more. : / |
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Now what...?  As you can see, he's still there and still... concentrating on the more elevated planes of existance. A.k.a. sleeping. ^^ We'll be moving next week. Not to the field that I would like to give him to hunt in, but at least to a place where he can turn latch-key kitty and lounge on at least one roof of his own. I'll try to get him to stick on a few pictures, unlike the last batch which was a study in hind-quarters and back of head shots. He'll have a circular staircase to fall off, which should be fun to watch. ^_^ |
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Good luck with teh move Hreow . . . delighted to read that Rover will become his own master in terms of the great outdoors. Keep and eye on that boy though - he's so precious he needs guarding! Looking forward to any future pics |
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What an absoloute beauty lovely coat and so photogenic, fantastic |
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