Monday, January 28, 2013

Furgone

Hi. Book here. I'm temporarily hi-jacking my sister's blog to tell you about something that happened to me...

Ok, so there I am just relaxing in my little blue bed when Mommy pulls out the crate. I try to get away, I do, but Mommy is fast. She puts me in the box and I don't fight too much, but I am telling her how much I DO NOT want to be in it. But is she listening, no, she's telling me that "it's alright" and "I'll be right back". Then I hear her feeding Brooch. Do you believe that!? Here I am in the box - that can only mean a new home or the vet - though I was promised by Mommy several times that she would never give me up and Mommi is always saying "we are your forever home." so that means (gasp) vet - and Mommy is feeding Sister without me.

Mommy is carrying my box, holding the bottom, so I feel more secure, and Brooch is sitting by the garage door, staring at us. "It's ok, Baby. We'll be back soon." I hear Mommy tell her as we walk into the garage. So, we get into the car and Mommy places me in the front seat, facing her - she always puts her fingers in my cage so I can rub them, isn't that nice? Then Mommy re-opens the door to the house and tells Brooch, again, that we will be back soon. Then Mommy gets in the car and open the noisy door to the big scary world and starts to back out. Then, Mommy makes the car talk and it sounds like Mommi - weird!? - but the Mommies talk and Mommy is saying that we are on our way to the vet, but that she's worried because she just realized that Brooch has never been left alone before. Mommi is trying to tell her not to worry, Brooch will probably just sleep the time away. Mommy says she's thinking of going back and bringing Brooch along with us. Now at this point, I'm thinking two things: first, if we leave Brooch behind, there may not be a home to come back to (since you read about her, I'm sure you'll agree - my sister puts the CRAZY in cat crazies) and second that I like Mommy's idea, with one little change, we bring Brooch, but I stay at home. She can have done whatever it is they are planning for me. But, by now the Mommies have decided that it will just be me and Mommy going to the vet. Bummer.

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So, on our way, there are big scary trucks and all sorts of noises and the sun is shining into my cage and Mommy is telling me that it all alright, there's no reason to be afraid, she loves me and we'll be back home soon. I think she's fibbing on that last one, we haven't even gotten to the vet yet.

So we get to the vet and they take us right in - to a room even Mommy has never been in before. Mommy and the Lady there start talking and Mommy takes me out of my box - and by that I mean Mommy takes my whole box apart - right from around me - do you believe that? And the Lady looks at me and says, "He's a boy right?" and I'm thinking "Ouch, come on. I'm the picture of masculinity." But Mommy is saying, "Yes and his name is Book." and the Lady picks me up and says, "He has such beautiful eyes." This, we already knew, of course I have beautiful eyes, all of me is beautiful.

So, I'm on this table and the Lady puts this leash around my neck and under one leg, so I don't try to run. And I'm thinking, "Don't worry. I never run. Ok, so sometimes I'll jog to get away, but run. I think not." Anyway, the Lady pets me a few times with this weird buzzing thing as Mommy kneels down and keeps petting my face. They are both cooing at me. So then it starts. The Lady tells Mommy, "it won't be pretty, we're not going to make any fashion statements". Mommy says "that's fine". Now, I'm worried. And then the Lady starts shaving off my fur. I just sit there . The Lady is praising me, "Oh, he's such a good cat." and "Usually cats won't let me do (this or that)" and "Cats usually hate when you touch their belly, and back legs." In fact, I am so good the Lady takes the leash off me all together. But, Mommy is standing there, comforting me and helping the Lady hold me where she needs me, and telling the Lady, "Yeah, he is a good boy. A little skitterish, but very laid back and totally nonaggressive. He's very sweet tempered." I'm good through all of it, even when the Lady holds me by my scruff to stand me on my back legs to shave my belly. Only when she gets to my back right leg, where I have my biggest mats and am the most uncomfortable, do I fuss, and then all I did was try to wiggle my head into Mommy's belly. They laughed and aww-ed, and Mommy petted me and said it was ok, we were almost done. And then we were. We were done and the Lady brushed over my lack of fur one last time, then cleaned my ears with some wet, smelly stuff and said I could go back in my box. Mommy put me there and re-built it around me. Then, we paid and left to go home. Even if she was the one to take me there I still nuzzled Mommy's fingers on the way home.

So, we get in the house and Mommy puts my box on the floor and opens the gate, Brooch was waiting for us and came over to see me, and just as I walk out, Brooch arches her back and hisses at me - like she didn't know who I was. Since she made fun of my fur-cut, I jogged to the bedroom and hid under the bed. I heard Mommy tell Brooch not to hiss at me, but she was smiling when she said it (no wonder they don't have human kids!). Mommy comes in the bedroom a few minutes later and I slink out from under the bed and go to the food bowl, Mommy sits on the bed to watch, as Brooch comes over to me. She's sniffing my tail, then my back leg, then she walks away - I guess she's ok with my new look after all. So, I'm done munching and jump up on the bed next to Mommy. Then Brooch jumps up. She starts sniffing me again and when gets to my ear she pulls away and makes a face the Mommies call stink-face. Mommy laughs and says, "then don't smell it" - which is what they always say. Brooch, smells again anyway, and I flick my ear and she sniffs my face and then licks it a few times. Excellent, Sister has accepted me back into the family fold.

Only one last thing to wait for: Mommi to laugh at me. I was warned. I was promised. I was laughed at the moment Mommi saw me. She was loud and she didn't care. "You look funny." That's what my Mommi said to me. And then she took a ton of flashy-box pictures. After a little while, Mommy was still calling me her "beautiful boy", Mommi was saying now I looked "ruggedly handsome" (though she kinda laughed while she said it) and Grandma said, though I looked raggedy and like I had rabbit fur, that I am still handsome.

And the final note, the best part: I actually feel better and it turns out, with this fresh start, I don't mind the brush and comb so much, now. We'll see how it is when my fur starts to grow back, but for now, it's all good.

5 comments:

  1. Aww poor baby! What a trip you had! But you're home all safe and sound again, minus mats I assume! And I think you look adorable!

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  2. Mommies always know best, now you can lay in every position and not feel uncomfortable lumps.=^Y^=

    BTW, Toy uses a harness and leash to take walks when the weather is warm and sunny=^Y^=

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  3. Oh boy that was some adventure you had. Hope you fur grows back really quickly. Skipper. :)

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  4. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

    ~Brooch Czarina

    (I can laugh, I'm his sister!)

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  5. Hi Book! You look very good with your new furcut!

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