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Crooked Cat
Feb. 11th, 2008 09:19 pmA year ago, my 11-something cat had a severe stroke. He was pretty much paralyzed for a few days. He could walk -- kinda. In circles, and with support. But my vet said cats almost always fully recover from strokes. And he was right. Almost. Amos did recover, but with a weak hip/leg--can't quite tell which. Some days it's worse than others. But he's definitely crooked when he walks.
I suspect his brain capacity is a little crooked too. He likes to sleep on top of my recliner (on top of the back of the recliner--about 4 foot high I suppose), and every so often he falls off. One second he's sleeping peacefully and the next, BOOM! He's laying on the floor -- unless he happens to fall forward into the seat of the chair. You'd think he'd learn to not sleep up there anymore. And no, cats don't always land on their feet. Not when they're crooked.
He slept every single night of his life at my side, by my knees. Now he won't. He tries to sleep by the hubby, but the hubby don't care for that too much. Now he's decided (the crooked cat, not the hubby!) that he wants to sleep by my head. On my pillow. I don't care for that too much, so much pushing and shoving on my part and waiting and sneaking back on his part ensues. Now he's getting a little smarter and waiting until after I've gone to sleep to make his way to the pillow. Hence I wake up at 2:30 am with a loudly purring cat by my ear. I swear I'm beginning to wonder why I used to find the crooked little fiend so adorable.
I suspect his brain capacity is a little crooked too. He likes to sleep on top of my recliner (on top of the back of the recliner--about 4 foot high I suppose), and every so often he falls off. One second he's sleeping peacefully and the next, BOOM! He's laying on the floor -- unless he happens to fall forward into the seat of the chair. You'd think he'd learn to not sleep up there anymore. And no, cats don't always land on their feet. Not when they're crooked.
He slept every single night of his life at my side, by my knees. Now he won't. He tries to sleep by the hubby, but the hubby don't care for that too much. Now he's decided (the crooked cat, not the hubby!) that he wants to sleep by my head. On my pillow. I don't care for that too much, so much pushing and shoving on my part and waiting and sneaking back on his part ensues. Now he's getting a little smarter and waiting until after I've gone to sleep to make his way to the pillow. Hence I wake up at 2:30 am with a loudly purring cat by my ear. I swear I'm beginning to wonder why I used to find the crooked little fiend so adorable.
