I went out yesterday evening for a photo shoot with Flatimir. Only, he had gone missing!
In the area where the Evil Twin had thrown him, there is quite a bit of brush and foliage, so I really looked around to see if he had fallen, but I couldn't really see much. It's just too overgrown with "stuff".
OK. What happened to Flatimir? A. The Neighbor's lab (who is allowed to play in the backyard) found him and carted him off? B. A Hawk swooped down and retrieved him for a snack? or C. He got blown off his landing spot and was further down in the brush than I could see?
I saw no evidence of anything - no tufts of fur, no bones and there was not a lingering odor in the air of anything all icky and corpsy.
My guess is hawk, but only if hawks actually would pick up carrion. Do hawks eat previously dead things or do they like their meals to be fresher?
I'm a little bummed that my perfect science experiment is already a bust!
Oh well, I have Miss Bella to keep my frown upside down! She is already the joy of the whole family. Sissy can't keep her grubby hands off of her AND she doesn't seem to understand the concept of "rubbing a cat's fur the wrong way". We've repeatedly told her "From the top of the head back down, but don't mess with her tail."
I took Bella poo to the vet yesterday and she appears to be healthy. They said she was 12 weeks old. She did need a 2nd worm vaccine, a couple other vaccines and also had to have a treatment for ear mites, which I had already suspected she had. What can ya do? Shelter animals can come home with a variety of creeping crud(s).
The vet said that if we could breed her and reproduce her coloring on the kittens (especially if we could get a male), we could make a fortune. No thanks, she will be spayed in a month or so.
Today, Sissy and I will make the trek to PetSmart (or however it's spelled) to get the rest of the supplies we'll need. We sold or gave away all of our cat stuff years ago when the Evil Twin swore there'd be no more fur shedding animals in the house. Turns out, I think that secretly, he loves her just as much or more than the rest of us.
It's so true about how a pet can make your life less stressful. Their unconditional love is worth all the other hassles. :-)
So, Evil Twin, baby, THANK YOU for rethinking your stance on "no more cats". She has already made my life 100% happier!
Happy Thursday, hooligans!