Hi 8 readers. Indulge me if you will. I promise I will do a weekly wrap up of Casey's first few days in the new classroom, but as you can tell lately, my writing seems to have strayed from Autism and children to animals. I shouldn't say writing, more my photo offerings have verged over to the beasty side. And today is no exception when it comes to all things animals.
As featured in my Wordless Wednesday, this is Simba.
I know, he's adorable. We have had him since we've been married. So, we know for sure that he's at least 15 years old. Not too shabby for a cat!
He is an extremely sweet and loveable cat, wanting to be where his people are, and if company is over, being with them too. Simba is dog-like in many ways because he comes when you call him, he begs for food and is a voracious eater. I simply adore him.
In the morning, he usually comes in the bathroom with me, and follows me to the kitche to insure that his wet food gets distributed properly. But, when I got up this particular morning, he was no where to be found. I went through our house to all this favorite sleeping spots, but never found him. He finally limped downstairs, and he clearly was not himself. I could just tell by his expression if you can believe it. You know how you can just look at your kid and know he's sick? Same thing.
Being about 90 in people years, I decided I best take him to the cat clinic. And in doing so, found out he's lost about 3lbs over the last 3 years, and has a heart murmur, and a oddly shaped kidney. The doc ran some diagnostics on him, he had to have his paw shaved to get his blood pressure checked, and he pee'd on his blankie. He also go intravenious fluids. He seems to be feeling much better now and begged for my sushi. We will find out what the tests show tomorrow. If you are a cat or animal in general lover, please say a little prayer that he has a few more years in him, we love him soooooo much!
While he was having his tests done on him, I started connecting to a little kitten guy in the waiting room who was waiting to be adopted. Only 6 months old or so, he was found in a taped up box by the side of the road! Yes, the side of the road. My cat obsession got the best of me and I took him out of the little cage they had him in and he purred and licked my face and loved on me and never tried to get away and I fell in love! I felt a little like I was cheating on Simba, but we've thrown around getting a new kitty, and his situation, utter cutie pieness, and social skills won me over. I filled out the adoption papers and called Bill on the way home to tell him. Unphased, he said he'd think about it. Perhaps when they send that picture of him they promised, he'll make up his mind!
Cats, gotta love 'em.