Cat Stories

I took Mencken to the vet yesterday. I planned to take both boys to the vet, but guess who seems to have gotten too big for the carrier? Yes, Mr. "I'm not fat! I'm a Fronch kitty", aka Sugar Cain.

Mencken weighs 13.8 pounds. He was paid many compliments on his nice looks and behavior, even though he cried the entire time he was in the car. It took 2 hours down at Gateway. I was exhausted. Lots of dogs.

Here's the story I sent some of you about last week's adventure:

oh, so i am taking that big broken dresser out to the street and i put cain in basement because he is so bad running outside all the time.

mencken has been very docile around the door. until now. he sees his chance and he is off like the races under the neighbor's car because who knows when he will get another chance?

i keep an eye on him. i try to sweet talk him. baby is in window with big eyes. cain is beside him, goading him. "do it for me, brother!"

he runs across neighbor's lawn into a bush. he thinks i can't see him, that i will lose interest and go home. parker comes running out from behind the garage and ducks into the bush and hisses, "i see you. i hiss at you. you are bad kitty! this is my yard! this is my street!"

i grab him. and as i am holding him rotten neighbor comes out of his house to make conversation about this. and as i hand mencken the compliment of being the smart (and shrewd) cat, he wrestles himself out of my arms, clawing me to pieces on my shoulder and all on my forearms, bleeding, bleeding, blood, and runs under the other neighbor's car.

it takes tuna this time.