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Old 01-12-2016, 12:17 PM   #43433
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Well, I sprang Jet Too Long Tail from kitty jail -- uh -- the vet. Poor little guy has a shaved spot on his neck and right front leg. I think the Orange Tail Gang, two his litter mates that live with a neighbor, were laughing. (They've always looked at him funny because he was a black cat in a litter of orange tabbies.) Cleo -- a huge, uppity seal point Siamese, that arrived this weekend with the new family a block over -- was very put out when he reclaimed my front porch (and his heated outdoor bed and water bowl).

Little Olivia, the three legged kitten, is recovering from her spay. She'll be out of the e-collar in a day or two. She has already resumed terrorizing the other two indoor cats.

Last night, I was in my room when I heard the distinctive sound of my very large, rather stocky adult male cat, Bucky, trying to make a series of tight, high speed turns on the hardwood floors. (Image the sound of claws scrapping frantically on wood and then the thump of a 17lb cat fishtailing into a wall.) He burst -- really slid -- into my room. His tail was stuck out like a bottle brush and his hackles were up. He dashed under the bed and glared out from under the dust ruffle.

I stepped into the hall, expecting to see that Va-Cuum, the dust sucking Son of Perdition, had grown legs. Instead I found 6 lb Olivia, hopping down the hall, the blue plastic cone around her neck dragging on the floor with each step. A wisp of white Bucky hair was stuck between the claws of her only front paw.
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