Yesterday was our grandson's 7th birthday. He is such a sweet little boy. And our son chose a great place to have his party - Dave and Buster's. The food was good and the kids (big and little) had a blast with all the games they offer in their arcade. Gigi sat at the table; watching over gifts, purses, etc., which was just fine. My back is happier when I'm sitting down.
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| These four may look like little angels but, trust me, they can get into a heap of trouble! |
As one might expect, when I got home, everyone here expressed their dismay at my prolonged absence. They had been "abandoned" by me for hours, or so they said. Boo! was the most vocal. She let me know it wasn't fair for me to be gone so long. And, even though none had finished the supper I dished out before I left, they were starving. I have come to the conclusion they leave a bit of food just in case I forget to come home. Cats are smart - and certainly not gullible. You can't totally trust humans, you know.
I was exhausted, and didn't feel like corralling everyone, so I thought maybe I'd just let them sleep where they wanted. I went to bed and left Jack on the couch in the living room; Rooney on the couch in the family room and the bedroom door open so the cats could go wherever they wanted. Lights out.
Yea, right. Miss Boo! was supercharged. I don't know what got into her but she was literally a streak flying everywhere! Under the bed, on the bed, under the dresser, on top of Jack's kennel, into the kennel, into the kitchen, back again, on top of the curio (taking a break to swat the chimes hanging from it) - etc. etc. etc. Sleep for me was clearly not in the cards.
That was when I thought, wait a minute, they're not in charge - I am! So I did what a good parent should. Instead of pitching a fit, I tossed the cats out of the room. Jack and Rooney decided they preferred the bedroom, so they came back in. Rooney didn't want to sleep in the bed without her Dad - and besides - I'm the old grump. I did not care. I fell into a coma.....
Apparently, Miss Boo! did not get it all out of her system last night. She just had to help me with Copper this morning. I use a shovel/sieve to clean the "sand" (Beardie fans, relax, it's approved substrate.) Operative word "sieve" as in there are holes in it! I had a shovel filled with debris, which she swatted, bringing sand raining down on her head! Of course, she thought I did it on purpose, so she bolted. I dropped everything and ran to catch her to make sure her eyes were okay.
When I finally caught her, I wanted to rinse her eyes with saline. She was having no parts of it. I mean, why trust me when I was the one who just threw sand at her, right?! I caught her again and wrapped her in a towel, which she instantly popped out of - like the wrapped hotdogs the kids had last night that kept popping out of their wrappers and onto the floor!
Now, I am of two minds when it comes to animal care - On one hand, if you force an animal to comply, they can get so worked up, every attempt to do anything to them in the future is impossible. Then, I think, wait a minute, you're not in charge, I am, and this is for your own good. (I was very assertive yesterday...)
I followed the latter philosophy and wrapped her once again and managed to get saline into both eyes. Miraculously, she stopped fighting me and relaxed - even started purring! She said, "That feels better. Thanks, Mom." Of course she didn't say that. But she clearly thought it. And, after all, that's what counts.
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