Am beginning to suspect I may be a bit … obsessive. OK fine, I’m definitely obsessive when it comes to my little Schnookums. And it’s possible those tendencies may creep into other aspects of my life. Like this new phase I’m going thru. You know, with the sheep, and the bunnies, and the spinning?
I’ve been telling Cat Daddy since Wednesday that Newt wasn’t quite right. Oh, nothing we could put our finger on, but you know how it is with our shunt babies. We seem to know when a whisker is out of place … at forty paces …. in the dark … blindfolded. And *something* just wasn’t right with him. The feeling made no sense, as we’ve both been saying how good he looks, all sleek and glossy. In fact, we caught the little brat sitting in the pizza pan on top of the stove, and his little poochy poo was puddled around his hind legs. New nickname – Dough Boy, and yes, we got a picture LOL.
But, he was just … quiet. A bit too quiet. Definitely wanted his snuggles, and even wanted his sling. Very odd, as usually he doesn’t ask for his sling unless he’s deep in an episode. Also caught him half-crouchy during one of my nocturnal ramblings. He didn’t even try to crawl into the fridge, so I direct dosed his Lact, checked for drool – you know the drill.
He’s also been off his feed, only finishing about half of his meals yesterday. But still foraging on the pizza dish, go figure! Did not eat most of his 7AM breakfast, and was slightly drooling by 730. Direct dosed his meds, let him chill out in his box. He ate maybe half of his lunch, more direct dose with Lact. Staggered out of his room in the afternoon for an ooze around the house and a bit of sunshine in the window.
Drool was gone by the 7PM feeding, when he attacked the (freshly roasted, Cheap Chicken Friday) chicken with gusto. Mixed some into his veggie mix, where he ate little. Is now wheezing a bit here in the Annex Box’s Annex – his newest spot. A cardboard box I’d set on the shelf to sort thru shred papers, and hadn’t yet removed. Cat Daddy agreed that of course, we can’t move the box NOW, because it’s Pookie’s new spot LOL. Sheesh do we rearrange our house, as well as our lives, for this kitty? Uhm … YEAH, I guess we do LOLOL
So yes, I’ll admit it freely. I’m obsessed with my shunt cat! And why wouldn’t I be? He has brought such joy into our lives, and we laugh all the time at his silly antics and adorable spotted self.
I’m a bit more hesitant to admit that I’m currently also obsessed with something besides shunted spotted tabbies. With sheep. And spinning. I’m hoping it’s a phase, but so far, it’s showing no sign of diminishing.
In fact, I have pieces of two box charkhas halfway assembled in my workroom, and Cat Daddy had to physically stop me from cannibalizing the lawn mower so as to harvest a wheel to finish the kick spindle I’m making. And it’s a good thing the neighbor pedals faster than I can run, am afraid I’d be trying to take their bike away to go with the pvc squirreled away, and make the spinning wheel that’s going round in my brain.
I’ve heard of counting sheep to go to sleep, but am really beginning to feel a bit silly about visions of sheep and spinning wheels and fleeces and fat designer yarn haunting my every dream!
So what’s YOUR obsession / passion? What engages your brain when not wiping drool, giving meds, adjusting diet, or simply gazing in awe at your perfect little kitty shunt baby?