Things have been rather rough for Maria's cat.
Yesterday I walked into the living room where Adam was watching TV and sat down. Delila the Cat quickly jumped up on the couch, looking for company. I smelled something bad. She usually has a slight smell because of the eye gunk common to her breed, but this was worse. Then she crawled onto Adam's lap and he said, "Do you smell that?"
"I didn't say anything, in case it was you."
"No, it's not me."
It really was bad. When Delila jumped back onto my couch, I took a look. There was poop hanging right out of her, and getting all into her fur, of which she has a lot.
Then she sat down.
Yeah.
So Maria and Delila spent some quality time with the shower. We could hear the meows from outside the bathroom door. But that kitty's a trooper, and she didn't seem too traumatized afterward.
Then today her tail caught on fire.
I'll repeat that.
Her tail caught on fire. We had a candle lit on the coffee table. Normally she doesn't jump up there, but the coffee table was closest to John, who was dishing out affection to Jake and Jezebel, and Delila wanted in on the action. She sure got it. Fortunately, the flames went out quickly and she didn't appear hurt at all. But gee whiz.
It's a bad time to be Delila's butt.
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Suddenly Spence doesn't seem so bad.
One of my family's cats would sit on top of our aquarium, on the glass plate covering most of the water.
Problem was, while she was intently gazing at the fish below her, her tail would flick, and then often land in the water in the gap between the glass cover and the side of the tank.
And she wouldn't notice...until her tail was so wet that the water soaked her fur and reached her skin, and then she was amazed. Not just horrified or startled. Amazed. How on earth could that have happened, you could see her thinking. But then she'd do it AGAIN. And AGAIN. And AGAIN. And be amazed each time.
Moral: cats are not smart. But they are hardy.
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