Saturday, January 21, 2006

Perversity

Last night I dreamed that my mother had sent me a plane ticket and that I’d travelled north to farewell the cat. She was refusing to die until I’d said goodbye – in person. I’m not sure how she communicated this to my mother but I suspect that she spelled it out in biscuits or possibly used Morse code puncture marks on a parental arm. She was pretty insistent about it though. The flying away meant that I couldn’t work the weekend which, alas, I am doing. My boss was pretty pissed to know I was out of state and I did feel pretty bad. The cat, however, seemed entertained. She’s always been a one for getting her way by any means possible.

I phoned my parents earlier this evening. The cat’s still alive [touching a whole damn forest] and is being almost ridiculously well aside from the fact that she’s now eating like a horse. My poor parents who expected to be kitty-less and over cat-product stocked in very short order are having to purchase food and litter. We’re now starting to question the vet. They’re wondering, should she last much longer [another forest], if they should ask for their money back. I’m thinking we sue for damages; you should have seen my eyes last Saturday. Maybe on Monday they’ll call the vet for a wtf update.

It’s very much on my mind, this peculiar limbo.

Strange bloody cat.

11 comments:

Huggies said...

Sounds like Lady Grey is prgraming your dreams now.

nailpolishblues said...

She's always done that. I've had some very weird dreams with her in them.

BourbonBird said...

You're feeling bad about not being at work? In a dream?

What is wrong with you?!

nailpolishblues said...

Am really quite fucked up.

I dunno how you stand Sundays, Rinns, very nearly died of boredom. Considered taking up knitting or something so that I would have something suitably sharp with which to poke my eyes out.

Mark said...

Anyone for Mikado?

nailpolishblues said...

Yeah count me in Mark -are you supplying the inebriants to go with that?

rachy said...

maybe a second opinion wouldn't hurt? even if only to put your minds at ease

Mark said...

What? You can't play Mikado drunk, silly. It would make it easier to stab yourself in the ocular regions though now I think of it.

nailpolishblues said...

Rach,
It sounds horribly like we want her dead now - really, we don't - it's just that they made it sound like she'd die very very quickly [though, weirdly, they did give her antibiotics] and the other night she made it 3/4 of the way up a screen door in pursuit of a gecko. It's very confusing that she's now being so damn lively and so hungry. I think my mum will end up phoning the vets tomorrow - the cat's run out of antibiotics...
You should of heard us laughing, gods but we're twisted.

See, Mark, booze goes good with anything! It goes especially well with stabbings!

Did anyone else start humming at Mikado??????

Foxhow said...

Glad to hear Lady Grey is proving the experts wrong.

Don't they say cats have nine lives.

Rachy said...

I don't think it sounds like that at all, it just sounds like you guys prepared yourself for the worst because of what the veterinarian said and now the tough little bitch is refusing to accept it herself! I still say a second opinion to take a load off your mind because if it really is her time then there's not much that can be done, it's often the not knowing which is the most painful part