Tue 27 Feb 2007
What is a Good Cat?
Late one afternoon, Pat’s back was aching, and she couldn’t figure out why. Not that the “why” part was as important as the “how-to-make-it-stop” part, but it added to her irritation. After all, if something was going to inconvenience you, it should have the courtesy to announce itself. “Oh, Pat,” the offending muscle could say, “I wouldn’t have picked up that box if I were you. Now you’ve left me no choice but to make you pay.” Instead, she was confronted with punishment without the right to face her accuser. It was downright unconstitutional.
Pat couldn’t put her finger on the cause, but knew who to ask to receive some amateur (although exceedingly caring) hands-on treatment. We went upstairs, she lay face down on the bed, and I started gently massaging the sore muscles.
As I worked my hands up and down her back, Kelly walked in the bedroom, hopped onto the bed and watched. Animals seem to understand when someone they care about is in pain. It’s possible our Good Cat was prepared with helpful suggestions, if only we had asked him. For that matter, the Big Guy is used to me petting him, stroking his fur while he purrs contentendly. Perhaps he wanted a little of that stroking action, too; maybe he was just waiting his turn.
With treatment and a little medication, Pat’s back eventually went back to normal. In case it acts up again, I gave Pat an electric heat massager for Christmas, but at the same time I reminded her I’d be only too happy to play John Henry to that machine anytime.
Coll said,
Tue 27 Feb 2007 at 11:07
I know all to well the agony of a sore back. Poor Pat.. I can sympathize. She is lucky to have you. In my opinion, the message of caring hands can work wonders.
Daisy said,
Tue 27 Feb 2007 at 12:17
I am glad Pat’s back got better. I’ll bet Kelly did have some good suggestions. When my Mommie feels bad, I have to keep staring at her face. Just to see how she feels.