As promised, pictures of Persi in The Sweater. [ravelry]
She was confused by it and would not sit still for a photo.
I think she was trying to step out of it, but she is old and decrepit and unable lift her legs that high. So she just kept walking around and around in circles until we took it off of her. She also entangled herself in it and nearly injured herself when she jumped down from the bed. Oh well. I think The Sweater is destined for my dad’s dog, Maggie McShaggy, who needs a sweater to remind her who is the omega dog.
Last night, I finished a sweater. For a cat. Doozer hates it. He especially hated when I LOL’d at him for 15 minutes straight.
Lucky for him, it’s for Persi, who was looking very chilly the last time I saw her.
The details are [raveled].
First I must admit to having an extremely difficult time keeping my inner teen from making a complete ass of herself all over the internet. Suffice it to say that “Check it out!” is not the title she would have used. Anyway, we had a little excitement around these parts today. Per the vet’s orders, Persi has had a lion cut. Here’s the before:
and the after:
Honestly, I would have prefered the groomer to leave a fluffier mane but, as she was fairly matted up under her chin and neck, it just wasn’t meant to be. She looks ridiculous, but she also seems to be much happier more comfortable. Yay! Now, I’m of to knit this cat a sweater [ravelry] (something I never in my wildest dreams thought I would say).
I was going to do a Whiskers on Wednesday post about how famously Persi and Doozer are getting along. And how much Doozer seems to idolize her. And how he keeps trying to get her to play with him. And how he likes to be where she is so he follows her around all day. And how she really would prefer to just be left alone. But it’s the witching hour around here and I really need to get the kids into bed before things turn ugly. Have a nice evening y’all!
In the middle of the night on May 9, 1992, one of the the family cats gave birth to a litter of 7 kittens under my bed. Three of the kittens were stillborn, four survived. Two weeks later, the mother cat went outside and never came back, leaving me and my sister to bottle-feed the entire litter. They thrived. When the time came, we found homes for two of the kittens and decided to keep two, one for me and one for my sister. I chose the adorable gray kitten who had woken me the night of his birth with his loud mewling and named him Sebastian. She chose the very talkative and stubborn all black kitten and named her Persi (short for persistence). We kept them together for years, moving them with us as we moved. First from one town to another, then from one state to another (and another!) until they finally ended up in Connecticut with us. They were both very old by that point (2002 or 2003, I think), and Sebastian had developed a heart condition that he eventually died from (in 2003, I think it was). Persi, grateful to be an only cat at last, went to live with my TAS in 2005. Now, my sister having gone through a bad break-up over the past couple of weeks, has moved back in with us. And of course, Persi came with her.
Persi is very old. She’ll be 17 this year. She doesn’t see very well. Or hear. And she’s a borderline diabetic (see how she’s in the bath with a cup of water?). But she’s still stubborn and as talkative as ever. She and Doozer are still trying to negotiate a peaceful coexistence and Doozer, I must say, is taking it rather well. We’d always assumed that he wasn’t a cat person, but after about 5 days of cohabitation, he’s now trying to figure out how to get her to play with him. Unfortunately she’s not that kind of kitty any more (and she really is NOT a cat person). At least they’re not trying to kill each other.