Raise your hand if you have been dying to hear a “cat update.”
Don’t lie. You know you are.
Fact the First: Peter is still missing.
This news saddens and grieves me as I loved him. This is odd, seeing as how I have never been a cat person in my life. However, Peter grew on me and the best part about Peter was that he basically didn’t need me. He was fun to visit when I was outside feeding the other animals, who, sadly, DO need me.
Also, Peter kept things spicy. He left us dead mouse bodies all about the property, which was always delightful and not all disturbing. Once, he even crept into the rabbit yard, kidnapped a newborn rabbit, and deposited it into the garden.
Why? Because he could.
Stand down, Readers! The poor, infant rabbit survived and was returned to his mother’s bosom.
Anyways. Peter is gone. We are sad.
I told Little Dude that Peter may have found some friends and went to live at their house for awhile.
Little Dude looked at me and said,
“Mom. I think Peter got eaten by an animal.”
So, there you go. Fun chats with four-year-olds.
Fact the Second:
Mr. Poppers was robbed of his manhood today.
Yes. It’s true. He done got neutered. I felt a bit ridiculous checking him into the vet office as:
“Mr. Poppers Maliblahblah.”
Didn’t sound ridiculous in the least.
Fact the Third:
Apparently, Mr. Poppers is a find! Every single staff member commented on his beauty, and I would be remiss if I robbed you of seeing his beauty once more.
So here you go.
Yes. Bask in his beauty. Please. I’ll wait.
Apparently it is rare to find a male calico cat. The people at the vet were surely rising and calling me blessed.
But then, we brought Tank in and I think I was no longer being considered “blessed.”
Tank weighs 107 pounds. Apparently, he is aptly named.
Tank also had a raging ear infection, of which I never noticed (oops!) and needs his teeth brushed.
But let the records show!
I have a beautiful kitten.
While the vet was examining Tank, she had to take his temperature in his, ahem, rear end areas.
Little Dude was basically rolling on the floor laughing.
Fun times. Fun times with four-year-olds.
Aww 🙁 Yeah, I was one of those who was waiting for a Peter update–sorry he’s not found. We have 5 cats, and I love their independence. Mr. Poppers isn’t such a bad name. 🙂 We have one male named Orango Bananapants right now, and we used to have one named Puddin’ Pop S’More–the vet didn’t understand that it was OK to just call him Puddin’ like the rest of us, so she sounded hilarious calling him by his full name as she examined him.
Did you inform Little Dude that he, too, had his temperature taken in the same fashion at one point in his life?
Or maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea, seeing as four-year-old’s are fond of anything to do with rear end areas and gladly embrace them as topics of conversation.
I like tank!
Mr. Poppers is a beauty. Sorry about Peter, I was wondering. I’ve never been a dog person, but have fallen for the boxer who used to live next door and the German short haired pointers that I have met. I would consider getting a dog if we didn’t move so much with the military. Thanks for the post, Miss Busier than a human should be Maliblahblah. Have a great weekend!
Poor Peter. Poor vet who had to insert thermometer where no one should have to. Poor Mr. Poppers. Well played on showing us another picture, though, of Mr. Poppers after telling us about Tank’s travails.
Yes, some of us were dying for a cat update. Thank you very much. Peter was a pretty big cat – it would take a lot to bring him down.