Sun 17 Sep 2006
Me-ouch
The original plan for today was for Pat and Jennie to go to a baby shower in New Jersey, and I would play bachelor for a few hours. I’d read the new New Yorker, maybe dink around with new software, go visit other cat blogs, show some Love and Affection to the Good Cats.
Instead, the night before, Jennie’s grandmother fell and needed surgery, so I drove Pat to Jersey this afternoon. Leaving her at the shower, I went to her brother Ed’s house and watched with him as his Giants looked awful against the Eagles. When it got to 24-7, he turned the channel to the Yankees game. Meanwhile, I was chatting with the 2 resident cats, Casey and Shiloh. They were raised by hand on a farm in Pennsylvania because the mother cat was killed by a car only days after giving birth. Shiloh was the runt, and the vet wasn’t sure he’d make it, but now he’s a friendly full-grown cat. Casey isn’t quite as sociable; he’s a good kitty with his human Ed, but just doesn’t trust anyone else outside his family.
After sniffing my hand, Casey gave it a quick left-right combination and also gave it a sharp bite. I hissed and tapped his nose, and he whacked my hand again, so I hissed once more and stared while narrowing my eyes, and he turned and slunk away. Last I saw him, he was settled under the coffee table in the meatloaf position, eyeing me suspiciously while I petted Shiloh’s back and tummy.
