Perch has had many years to perfect the art of door dashing. He’s gotten locked in the bathroom on numerous occasions, and gets out the front and back doors at least a couple of time a year. These escapes are usually short lived as he is nabbed and returned to the house in short order. The key word in that last sentence was “usually.”
A few weeks ago my mom was over, Continue reading “Caturday: Escaperon”
It’s strawberry season! I don’t know if that’s true in the rest of the country (or world for that matter) but here in California the little roadside stands that have stood closed for months are now open to sell their poor-traveling wares to a grateful public. In between work and home I passed by a stand and practically caused an accident as I careened into the little dirt parking lot and skidded to a stop. A few minutes later I was walking back to my car with a half flat of these beauties.
Recently I was messaging with a friend of a friend whose cat is due to have a back leg amputated because of a tumor. She was worried about how he would do afterwards. I think I reassured her that they get along fine once they’re recovered; for example I found Morph (still full of stitches) at the top of my 8 foot cat tree about two days after he came home!
But my experience is only one example of what can happen, and I’m sure other people have learned things about three leggers and cancer survivors that I haven’t. So I’d like to ask any readers who’d like to to chime in with anything you’d care to share about your experiences which I will pass along.
Every comment will get a reply with a new picture of Morph being his obnoxious, three-legged self!
One afternoon, a week or two after I’d bought Hershey’s radio controlled car we went to the local park. It’s a big one with tennis courts, playgrounds and the nearest dog park. Our objective today wasn’t the dog park but the tennis courts. I thought the RC car would be far more fun if it had a hard surface to run on and build up some speed.