Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear. Thomas Jefferson
Friday, December 12, 2008
Cat-Tard
Gather round, kiddies, and Uncle Marius will tell you a tale of a feline idiot. His name is Starbuck, and he is 15 pounds of dumbass. Starbuck's hobbies are eating, sleeping, and eating things he shouldn't. Such things include string, thread, tinsel, shoe laces, and anything else that looks vaguely stringlike. As one might imagine, such things don't always agree with his digestive system, and he has been known to indulge in a little regurgitory self expression from time to time. Well, last week he was puking a lot more than usual, and when he did so twice in a few hours we decided to take him to the vet. An appointment was made, and the yowling beastie was crammed into his carrier to go have things stuck into, and taken out of him. Ninety minutes, and $160 later the vet said all seemed normal, but that we should give him anti-hairball meds. He did take a blood sample just to make sure there wasn't anything unseen, and we all went home.
Fast forward to yesterday. Mrs. Marius calls to say that our little genius had just yakked up a rubber band and what looked like wood or hay. I suggested investigating the CoA's room for anything unusual, but that search proved fruitless. I then postulated that, since he has been spending more time hiding in the closet and under our bed lately than a thirteen-year-old boy with his first Playboy perhaps there might be something in one of those places. Sure enough, there was a forgotten kid-sized broom under our bed that had been mostly eaten away. The broom disposed of, as befits such a tragic comedy, the vet called to say that the blood work was normal. As my wife put it so eloquently we spent $160 to find out he had a tummy ache.
The furry oaf is lucky he's so adorable, or he'd make a great hat.
Marius out.
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5 comments:
My cat once ate all the fringe off a wool blanket, although she was none the worse for wear after. My broom is safe, however; for some reason, she fears it.
My cats were all pretty good about not eating too much weird stuff, but you may remember Amber, who once ate (I kid you not), J's sock, a tin can, and tried like hell to devour the coffee table!
Brooms? Hm. Nala's partial to the plastic string/whatever that's wrapped around the newspaper. Not so easily digestible, I'm afraid. She has a couple of catnip mice that I swear she's going to lick to pieces.
When she was a kitten, she had a fondness for one particular frayed computer cord. The funny part is, it would shock her every time -- and she's just go back to chewing -- until I wrapped in in electrical tape. *sigh*
Gotta love the critters.
~Jeana
Sorry you had to spend that much to get a confirmation that your cat was a real... cat! ;-)
I giggle in sympathy....Sebastien (who IS the World's Dumbest Cat, and I say that having spent TIME with Grey Kitty) the Orange Coward once tried to eat a shoelace, giving up ONLY when he hacked up the bit he had already swallowed that was CHOKING him.
Of course, the Oldest Boy once ate some hematite and garnet beads, but he at least had the excuse of being 10 months old at the time..
Alysoun
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