An Update on My Ghetto Kitty

Do you remember when I wrote about how I inherited my Grandma's sick cat after she died? Did I tell you how Buddy wasn't supposed to live longer than six months to a year? Did you know he has congestive heart failure and likely has colon cancer too? That was fifteen months ago and yes, my sick kitty, Buddy, is still kicking. Literally. No, he's not pouting from the old cardboard box as often as before. I suspect that's because I haven't had much time to sit at the computer lately.

Right now, I'm in bed, still in my own guest room because of crate training versus my insomniac husband. Buddy is lying across my stomach, purring loudly because periodically, I'm stopping to rub him with both hands. He may also be purring because the dog is locked in his crate for the night.

I can almost remember reading something about purring and healing. The details have disappeared in the mists of my mind. Maybe it's from a fantasy I read, but I imagine, as the two of us sit quietly together, that his vibrations are healing us both. There is so much love there.

Not only is Buddy still alive, but he seems to be well enough to give poor Teddy a ration of shit every time the poor guy has the nerve to come in out of the rain after peeing outside. Really, is that any way to teach a puppy to do his business in the yard instead of on the carpet? Poor Teddy won't walk past him, despite the fact that Buddy is declawed. The fury is just too much for the poor guy even though he's bigger than either of the cats now.

Seth, Nick's cat, seems to be reasonable when meting out his corrections to the dog. Don't get too close. Don't bark. I eat first, but you can walk on past in the narrow places if you're polite. On the other hand, Buddy isn't that worried about the puppy's feelings. His message is different. Don't look at me. You smell. Go out the door but don't bother coming back in. In fact, why don't you cease to exist altogether, okay?

Teddy totally understands his position as bottom dog. Buddy is making sure of that. I never would have thought it possible that this sweet and loving cat would be so crabby with any other living being, let alone a sweet little white puppy, but it's true. Buddy is still kicking.

Thank you for listening, jb