Crazy Search

After I had a bad fall in the house (September-ish), I decided to order one of those "I've fallen and I can't get up" necklaces. The company I chose was Medical Guardian.

A few days ago, I couldn't find the charger. I looked EVERYWHERE! Did my cat Tulip knock it off a table? Had she eaten the cord? All the furniture was checked thoroughly from top to bottom. Bins in the living room were emptied. Zip. Nada.

I was just about ready to order a new charger when I decided to investigate the bathroom étagère. Again.

Well, hush my mouth! Where there should have been one power cord (for an electric scrubber), I discovered two. Apparently, I had charged it ONE TIME in the bathroom, which I obviously and promptly forgot. Why I left the charger in the bathroom, I'll never know.

I had been going CRAZY for a number of days until my last-ditch find last night. At least I don't need to make an appointment with my shrink. My diagnosis = senioritis. Undoubtedly, future occurrences will happen periodically. 

I am not crazy; I'm just old.

Tulip likes TV

My new cat is fascinated by TV shows. Tulip will sit so close on the TV table that I can almost hear my grandmother yelling from her grave, "You'll go blind sitting that close!" 

Yesterday she kept going behind the television, inspecting the many plug-ins. I hope she didn't chew any wires, but I think she may have done so. Why would I say that?

This morning, I couldn't get the TV to work. Whether I used the Spectrum remote or the skinny Netflix remote, neither one worked. 

What have you done to me, Miss Tulip?

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Morning Discoveries

Every morning, I awake to find what trouble Tulip got into the night before.

Three days ago, I found chewed up aluminum foil.

On 2/15, I found that Tulip chewed a hole in an unopened kitten chow bag. Kibble was everywhere. Shades of Liberty.

Feline Drama Turns to New Kitty Mama

This past Thursday, I put Spooky to sleep. Tempted though I was to postpone her date with the vet, I knew she was struggling to breathe. For some odd reason, this time I wasn't reduced to a grieving lunatic (my usual reaction to euthanizing a pet). I typically wait a number of weeks before I seek another feline companion.

This time the house was too silent. I needed to share my space as soon as possible.

On Monday, I had to drive to Selma. I brought my cat carrier with me to the Johnston County Animal Shelter in Smithfield. They only had three cats available; two of them were female. I wanted to meet 'Viola'. I was told she was a stray. She sure didn't act like she was feral. Our bond was immediate.

Instead of a sedate elderly kitty like Spooky was, this girl has non-stop energy. Yikes - she's got claws. My hands have the scratches to prove it. I decided to name her with anything that doesn't start with an 'S'.

My previous three cats' names were:

• Scoot      (a female cat named by my ex-fiancee) 
• Sweetie   (a male cat named by me)
• Spooky    (a 5-year old female who knew her name)

Introducing . . .

TULIP

The adoption fee includes spaying her at a vet in Four Oaks. I called them right away, and got the earliest date available...in April! I just hope she doesn't go into heat before then. I'm determined to have a house cat, but we disagree on that every time I open a door. Yes, she is a challenge!