Bye-bye, kitty!

[muckefuck]

I had a little adventure in the park after brunch yesterday. My plan was to tag Montrose Point and be back home by 2 p.m. to do some straightening (or, as we like to call it in the vernacular, "damage control"). I discovered that the City has finally reopened the shore there to pedestrian traffic something like four years after starting the reconstruction effort. My reaction: Ho-hum. At least there's water access, but it's all very concrety. Also, the landscaping seems to consist of a big grassy sward. Yawn.

On the way back, I decided to clamber over the heaps of ice along the water's edge. All fun and games until CRUNCH! My left leg in freezing, smelly lake water up to the knee. But it was sunny enough that I kept playing around for a bit (there was a naughty poodle racing with me despite its master's insistent calls) before heading back, stripping, rinsing out my jeans, and hanging them up to dry.

I got into bed to warm up and do a little reading about nominalisation in Mandarin for my homework. Delia came and joined me, falling asleep peaceably on my outstretched leg. Figures that that would be the time when my brother calls to come pick her up, doesn't it? Not when she's driving me out of my mind with her incessant mewing or making a mess, but when she's being a perfect fuzzy little angel.

I threw on some Dockers and got her crap together, then I snuggled with her a bit longer on the couch. I was thinking what a shame it was to have to say goodbye, right up until the moment she tried to bite me. When bunj carried her out into the hallway, she began moaning and struggling; we had just made it outside when she peed all over him. I watched bunj and e. drive off, stuck in a small car with a wailing pet and the smell of cat pee for the next twenty minutes or so and chuckled with relief.

As compensation for my pains, I received a bar of Catalan chocolate as big as my outstretched hand and a bottle of Duque de Alba Solera Reserva. To quote Calders, ¿I qui, amb això, no es sentiria ben pagat?

Comments

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

For all of Boadie's faults, I'm glad to say that the only time that she has peed outside of her box was when she was shut in the bedroom for 2 days.

[bunj.livejournal.com]

To be fair, that was the first time I recall Delia doing it either. She calmed down fairly quickly on the way home, and I didn't really smell the pee, so it was all good. She spent most of the night snuggling with us, and I didn't want to get out of bed because she was curled up on my arm, purring.

Still, muckefuck, you deserve your brandy and chocolate. I do appreciate you taking Delia when we go away, as I have now idea what else we'd do with her, and I'm well aware of here less charming attributes.

[gopower.livejournal.com]

I decided to clamber over the heaps of ice along the water's edge. All fun and games until CRUNCH! My left leg in freezing, smelly lake water up to the knee.

You were standing on Lake Michigan ice when the lake never freezes solid in Chicago and certainly doesn't after the warmest winter in living memory? That doesn't seem very bright.

Still, I've put you at the top of my cat-sitting list should I ever leave the city again.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

But the dogs were doing it! None of them fell in!

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

That's because dogs are magic.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

So am I! I have fairy magic!

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

Well, it was probably some super-boring reason like physics, then.