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A Caturday Post
Sep. 19th, 2009 08:26 pmI thought I'd share a picture of Dad's cat Prissy, who is now my cat. Rather, I'm her human slave that must do her bidding lest I find nasty surprises in various parts of my house. Anyway, she was out and wandering around the house today, and since the camera was still out from taking puppy picutres yesterday, I figured I'd snag a couple.
She's actually a very sweet and cuddly cat most of the time. She's also incredibly mouthy, and when she's upset, she doesn't shut up. Once, back when Dad was first in the hospital, I was talking to him on the phone from his house as I fed Prissy. He asked me, "Is that the kiddo I hear fussing in the background?" I had to tell him "No, it's your cat. I'm not getting her food to her fast enough." He laughed at me and said now I knew what he put up with all the time.
The night he died, she wouldn't leave his side until the funeral home came to pick up his body. They loved each other, and it's only been relatively recently that she's finally starting to treat me like she treated Dad, which means a lot to me because it means she's accepted me as her human. Still, sometimes I think she misses Dad too.
Prissy is roughly 15 years old now, but she's incredibly healthy and still moves around like a kitten. She's demanding at times, and she's very picky about her food and her litterbox (I have to stay on top of it, or else I never hear the end of it until it's cleaned to her satisfaction, and then I must observe her use it for some reason).
She's actually a very sweet and cuddly cat most of the time. She's also incredibly mouthy, and when she's upset, she doesn't shut up. Once, back when Dad was first in the hospital, I was talking to him on the phone from his house as I fed Prissy. He asked me, "Is that the kiddo I hear fussing in the background?" I had to tell him "No, it's your cat. I'm not getting her food to her fast enough." He laughed at me and said now I knew what he put up with all the time.
The night he died, she wouldn't leave his side until the funeral home came to pick up his body. They loved each other, and it's only been relatively recently that she's finally starting to treat me like she treated Dad, which means a lot to me because it means she's accepted me as her human. Still, sometimes I think she misses Dad too.
Prissy is roughly 15 years old now, but she's incredibly healthy and still moves around like a kitten. She's demanding at times, and she's very picky about her food and her litterbox (I have to stay on top of it, or else I never hear the end of it until it's cleaned to her satisfaction, and then I must observe her use it for some reason).
