AS YOU KNOW, the semi-official beast of Dissent is Sunny the Cat, aka Sunny Girl, Sunny Bear, Weasel, and the Pocket Puma.Sunny is marvelously stunted; she’s less than six pounds of semi-feral cat. Nevertheless, for seventeen years—that’s right—she’s been absurdly healthy.
Now, she’s ill. I had to take her to the vet, which I hate to do, cuz these visits always take something out of her. To a creature like Sunny, a visit to the vet is much like Bushian rendition. She had to stay at the Hanoi Hilton for two days. They stuck her with an I.V. and who knows what else.
When I sprung her, I learned that, probably, she’s got a kidney infection, not kidney failure.
Probably. Predictably, the visit weirded her out bigtime. She was pretty confused and upset. But, by this morning, she was almost back to her usual weaselly self, and I let her out to dart around like she does. She loves to be out in the wild.
Here are some pics of her morning adventure.
And, oh, Sunny says "hey."
15 comments:
"Hey" back atcha, Sunny Girl!
We're counting on you reaching the big Two Zero!
Take good care of our Weasel!
Hey Sunny. Have yourself a nap.
I had a cat that looked just like Sunny, but bigger. Sporty was the meanest cat on the planet; so mean that even fleas wouldn't live on her. She lasted 25+ years.
My neighbors down the street had a beautiful boxer that they couldn't keep in their yard. When they built an 8 foot fence, he'd jump over it, and when they made the fence 10 feet, and later 12 feet tall, he'd still get out.
One day Sporty (well into her 20s) was asleep in the sun in my front yard. As I looked out the window, I saw the boxer trotting down the street, and when he saw Sporty, he moved ahead at flank speed with blood in his eye and evil intentions in his doggy brain. "Oh shit," I thought to myself. "This is the end of Sporty."
But just before the dog broke her neck, Sporty woke up and, with Boxer in hot pursuit, dashed behind my VW bus parked in the driveway. I didn't see what happened out of sight behind the car, but in the split second it took for dog and cat to re-emerge around the front of the car, Sporty was chasing the dog who had his little stub of a tail firmly between his legs. And he cried "Wee wee wee wee" all the way home.
You know what they say about single men who own cats - a little lite in the loafers, maybe - "not that there's anything wrong with that!"
8:35
Are you suggesting that I am gay?
And the point of that is--what?
Actually, Sunny is the sole survivor of a crew of cats. Jack died less than a year ago. A few years before that, the great Buster died.
I'm as much a dog person as a cat person. But the two don't mix well.
Mr./Ms. 8:35 PM
Someone being gay because they own a cat? Puleease! Poor thing, it must be on your mind...sounds a little bit like the pot calling the kettle black, aye?
Chunk, as always, thanks for the gorgeous photos of Sunny and her adventures...I love them and have missed not seeing any lately on the blog. Go Sunny...lets hear it for the Two Zero!
Sunny rules!
Once in a while you read something so stupendously stupid that it boggles the mind. Thanks.
"You know what they say about single men who own cats - a little lite in the loafers."
You also know what "they" say about people who are obsessed with homosexuality, too, right?
Not suggesting anything of the sort, Chunkster old man. I know you're not gay, just a little weird, and that's OK. You see, in my world, cats are better used for coyote bait rather then as pets.
And as for you, 2:21: Stop being so rude with your silly innuendo or I’ll have to hit you with my purse.
5:21
Good story.
Is it a Prada knockoff, 7:10?
My dog and I would like to put to rest any notion that Chunk prefers the company of men over women. He does not. Although, with regard to the company of pets, he goes both ways.
Sunny is gorgeous, as always. I used to say that her main qualities are that (1) she is TINY, and (2) she is a CAT. Or some such nonsense. She is just weaselly enough to attain--and surpass--the big two-oh.
Thanks for the lovely photos of the pocket-brat,Chunk
And to think, aunt bea, it was my understanding that only cats spray.
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