Pussy Control
Initially when I looked like this…
I wanted to start this entry with, “I hate my cat,” but many things have changed in the past few weeks.
We have had a cat for more than a year and Azul loves her, he picked her and even picked her name, Eddie. I have had a very different relationship with her. First, I am severely allergic to her, which is why I look like the picture posted. Eddie is a beautiful long haired orange tabby, who sheds A LOT! I have had her groomed many times to get the excess hair off of her, I have rubbed a solution I got from the Vet on her to ease my allergy and I have resorted to having her shaved. Which was by far the cruelest thing, at that point, I had done to her. She looked awful without hair; well, she did have hair on her legs from her knees down, so she looked like she was naked and wearing Ugg Boots. Second, she has a piercing meow and she prefers to exercise her voice early in the morning, while we are trying to sleep. Although it is irritating, it is a little easier to deal with than the other things. Finally, she of course scratches. My furniture! She has the scratching post, floor mat and even sprays that I used to try to train her not to scratch my furniture. She has ruined two chairs and started in on the couch — this is where I drew the line. I took her to get caps on her little fabric ripping tools. She rebelled and ripped them off, so the fight was on, and I would replace them. This pattern went on for months and I was desperate, so I resorted to torture. I made an appointment with the Vet, left her there for a couple of days and she returned a changed cat. I didn’t want to do it and I feel a little bad about it, but having her claws removed is the best thing I could have done. I’m still allergic, but no more scratching, and the pre-sunrise calls have ended. Last night she finally sat on my lap and decided to be my friend again. I won the war and our little Eddie Girl is the sweetest thing around.
Sweet Talk
While peering out the back window from his car seat, Azul, out of the blue said, “Jelly Beans are perfect!” I said, “Yeah, perfect?” In amazement he turned to me and responded, “Haven’t you had them? The blue and green ones are so sweet and perfect.” I replied in agreement, “They are delicious.” He then continued, “I like some red ones, not all red ones, not cinnamon, but yes to the cherry.” It continued like that and we had a perfectly valid conversation about the perfection of Jelly Beans.
Freedom!
Back in April, Azul began insisting he dress himself, and I was fine with that, it is one less thing I have to do, but he was putting his clothes on backwards. When I would point out his “Kris Kross” style, he would say, “I like it like this.” So, okay. Well, over the last few months, he has gotten much better and his clothes are now on in the right direction. His new thing though, “going commando.” When I ask him about it, his reply is the same, “I like it like this.” Watch out Pre-school here we come!
Carmelina Hart 