So here it is folks, I'm going to talk about peeing on cats. You see, many many years ago before i had kids i had a kitten. Her name was Jaxx. She was a stray found on the side of the road near my house and given to me by my neighbors. She little, wet and shivering. And covered in fleas. I bathed her, dried her, and loved her. Over the next few days I noticed that she was hacking up and lot. Not normal cat hacking mind you. No hair-balls here. But the painful kind that could make a hardened man tear up. I finally took her to vet after seeing this a few times to see what was wrong. My heart almost jumped out of my chest.
It would seem before she came in to my life she had a rough life of her own. Apparently she was hit by some sort of vehicle before and it jumbled her insides up. Her major organs were not where they were supposed to be and if immediate action wasn't taken it was only a matter of time. For those of you who don't know me so well I seem to have a harden exterior. For those who know me very well, the opposite is quite true. When the vet told me this I was devastated. This kitten, whom I had only known for a week or so needed my help and I didn't know if I could give it. The original cost of the procedure would have been close to $600, money I didn't have lying around. But after looking in my eyes and the eyes of that precious kitten, she said she could do it for about half. On top of that, my neighbor said she would go in half with me.
After a few days had come and gone the surgery was a success and she could come home. We picked her up and took her home and immediately began spoiling her. She wasn't supposed to make it this long, but she did. I was so thankful.
Over the next few weeks she began to grow and get more and more playful. She also got more erratic. Now, I haven't had a lot of experience with cats, but she acted like no cat i have ever seen. And not act like a dog, or pretend she was human. None of that. She was just getting weird. Jaxx would get a running start and headbutt my dishwasher. I would walk down the hall and she would be wrapped up in the beaded curtain swiping at the air. These are things i known no cat to do.
Now, when men live alone and must use the restroom, more often than not they don't close the door. This is for many reasons that I won't go into here, but needless to say, I often didn't. When I lived with roommates, the door would stay closed. When they left, it stayed open. Simple as that. Jaxx, being the curious cat that she is, would often peek in to see what her minion was doing. Usually not an issue till the one time she jumped on the toilet and got herself covered in what I was doing.
Not knowing what to do, and knowing that I couldn't just stop mid-stream, she just stood there. She didn't seem angry, or happy for that matter. She was just confused. So was I. All i could do was finish up, snatch her up and take her to the sink for a detailed cleaning. For this, she was severely displeased. She cried and clawed more than usual. I'm pretty sure we screamed at each other for a while, as an over-protective father does to a pre-teen daughter. Good times were had by all.
Sadly, after only a few months, I had to give her up. The landlords don't allow pets, and really hate cats. So I gave her to someone who would take care of her. I miss her dearly, and hope she hasn't changed a bit.
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