more on the cat

my friend ellen gave me terrific advice in her comment about what a wuss i've been in handling my fatherly duties. she's right. and i can do it. so with her advice and the added strength of hand, i did it. well, sort of. i couldn't do the pill. she kept spitting it back out and i could get it down there deep enough. but i did manage to get the liquid version down there! that is oh-so-much easier.

she hates me and she's hiding from me right now, but i only got one tiny scratch and she'll come around and it will all be ok. i did it! thank you ellen, and martin and my mother and others for all the encouragement.

p.s. another cat story while we're at it.

so those of you who've been to my home know that i have little toys in front of the doors to all the rooms in my little studio. i keep them there so that they block the door from closing. see, Amaya likes to push and pull on doors and tends to slam them shut unless something's blocking them. that would be fine except she ends up trapped in a room all day until i come home. sometimes with a friend of mine comes over he moves the giant ladybug toy i have blocking the bathroom door so he can have privacy in the bathroom. completely acceptable and reasonable. i usually leave the giant ladybug out of the way while he visits so that we can move around. and put it back in front of blocking the door when we leave. but this morning i forgot to put it back. and wouldn't you know, i come home and my cat is not at the door waiting for me and not anywhere looking up at me. it's like she's gone. and for a moment i'm concerned she's disappeared somehow. and then i realize, she must have closed herself off in the bathroom. and sure enough, she's trapped inside the bathroom meowing at the door to get out. and when i open the door she's oh-so-happy to see me. and the ladybug goes back in its place...