I took the (my – already distancing myself) cat back to Mewtopia yesterday.
It was a lot harder than I thought it would be, considering I had started to wake up every morning needing ½ a tablet of imitrex (prescription painkiller for migraines), of which I get exactly nine, yes that is nine, tablets a month, which means I would be running out of pills before I would run out of month. Strange how you can want to hold on to things even when they cause you pain. I got a lot more attached than I thought I would in just two weeks.
Before I took him back to the rescue place, I gave him a cigarette, a steak and a bandana. OK, I didn’t give him a cigarette. He’s way too young to smoke.Source: http://skeptisys.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/smoking_cat.jpg
I then spent the afternoon de-catting the house. That cat shed enough for me to knit a sweater. I do not remember O’Malley shedding. I do not remember ever even brushing him. Mom, did we even own a cat brush?
This cat left hair everywhere. I had been scraping cat hair off the rugs with the magnetic cat hair scraper from Petco daily (it really works), but still had to make another run with it, then vacuum the entire house, then wash the Oaxaca rug and my bedspread.
As a coup de grace, I had accidentally closed the cat in the closet while I had gone grocery shopping in the morning. In his panic, he had clawed his way up my suits, pulling threads out and leaving cat hair all over them. I had to clean all that, too.
Now my house is more or less cat-hair free – but I don’t have this sweet cat, either.
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