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Mother Mo Cridhe! Harley's Page 2 Return to My Art Page Harley Page 1 Familiar Kin Lynx |
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The Cold Season | ||||||||||||||||||
Shortly after we brought Harley home with us, he developed a cold. I was a little worried, as, being a farm girl and quite familiar with farm cats, I'd known most of the cats that got colds to die. So I called up Wayside Waifs, as per instructions on the hand out. Part of the instructions was to return the pet if any health problems showed up with in a certain amount of time. We'd already bonded with Harley, and we really didn't want to give him up. The lady told me that sometimes this vaccine they give to prevent this cold actually gives a weak or young kitten the cold. It was roughly the equivalent of kennel cough in puppies. Then she gave me instructions to clean his nazal passages and eyes and make sure he got plenty of fluids. I'd already been doing that, that's just common sense. Then I remembered something else; "Uhm, what did you feed him at the shelter?' "Science Diet, why?" "Well, er, uh, *ahem* he's a cuddly little fellow, and he likes to lay up on my shoulder. When he sneezes, he also passes gas, horribly!" Her reply was gails of laughter. Then she explained between sniffles that at the open house, the cats got fed what ever was donated. "It will work through his system in a few days." Well, the gas did, but the cold didn't. He had that cold from the second week of December until well into January. He had gotten so used to having me wipe his nose that I no longer had to pick him up to wipe his nose, just hold the tissue for him and he wiped his own nose. Then the folks came up to visit for Christmas. Mom and I were sitting having our morning coffee. Harley was making grunting snorting little kid with a runny nose noises, so with out thinking, I grabbed a tissue and held it for him. He dutifully came up and vigorously wiped his nose. I guess Mom hadn't noticed this before, but all of a sudden she burst out into gails of laughter. I'm sitting there puzzled. "What?" |
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What do you mean you have to go to work? I have plenty of work for you here! Who's going to skratch behind my ears? Who's lap am I going to sit on? |
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In full Sphinx mode on his stove. Eventually he did make peace with the tea pot. |
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Who let the cat out of the bag? | ||||||||||||||||||
She said "You forgot to say "Now Blow"!" "Huh?" She pointed. I looked down. "Oh." Then I started laughing. "Who's got who trained?" I must admit. Harley's a tough little chap. I'd never seen a kitten survive such a horrible cold before. Wouldn't you know it, about the time he started getting over his cold, my cold started. |
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Harley's a Wayside Waif Alum. Please, if you are considering getting a pet, take a look at your local animal shelter, and give some poor homeless critter a chance to choose you. |