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December 14, 2007
kitty in the window
I'm supposed to be cleaning up the house for our party tonight, and I have done a bit of work on that. But on cleaning-for-a-party days (which is pretty much the only time the house gets cleaned, and is a great reason to have a party if you ask me) I usually spend time procrastinating by doing some little task or other that has needed doing for months, one of the things we otherwise neglect forever. So today I threw out all of my dead plants from the dining room window seat (don't blame Peter, they don't get much more water when I'm home than they do when I'm away), and put Miss Cleo's bed up there.
Poor Cleo has had a lot of upheaval in her life in the past six months, first having the person she'd spent her whole life with disappear into the hospital and not come back, then after a few tense weeks of watching her house get dismantled and packed into boxes she took a long, hot, terrifying car ride to a strange place where she was no longer allowed out-of-doors (she's allowed out now, but is a wimp about the cold in her old age and so she mostly stays in these days). When Pete's mom's house was sold we brought Cleo's window bed back to our house and it has stood leaning on the wall in the dining room ever since. So I thought I'd do something kind for her and get rid of those dead leafy eyesores at the same time. And when I showed her the bed she was thrilled and quickly settled down, purring so violently it was making her whole head shake, excitedly watching some guys across the back alley loading things into their cars.
Of course, as soon as I finished writing about how happy she was, the territorial old bitch started hissing and clawing at the glass because of the cat on the porch next door. Sigh.
*EDITED TO ADD: Peter suggested that my post seems to imply that his mother, with whom Miss Cleo used to live, passed away in hospital. Happily this is not the case, but rather she moved into a retirement home where there isn't really room for a cat, and Cleo's emotional upheaval was so great during the move to Windsor that we don't want to subject her to the trip back.
Posted by jodi at December 14, 2007 03:20 PM | categories: crazy cat lady
Comments
At least she's entertaining. In some fashion.
Posted by: grace at December 14, 2007 04:25 PM
Aw, what a sweet story. How nice of you. How adorable of her. How....FUNNY that last paragraph was! Dumb ass cat next door. What was it THINKING!?!?!?
Posted by: Laurie at December 14, 2007 06:45 PM
OK, the fish necklace is awesome.
Posted by: NWJR at December 14, 2007 11:53 PM
aaawwwe...Kitty!! You're right; I did think grandma had passed. Good thing you edited. The coincidence is that I posted a picture of my cat today too. And she is just as territorial.
Posted by: Sylvain at December 15, 2007 07:27 PM
Peter was right, it did rather seem like him mum didn't come back from the hospital for more, um, final reasons. I am very glad to hear this is not so.
Posted by: Juno at December 17, 2007 02:11 PM