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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Home sick in bed with a stupid cold

And it's been a bitter cold day too...but I didn't go out in it to take this picture...this is from another frosty morning a while back...

I've done a bit of sleeping, brewing tea, more sleeping, lying about drinking tea...and of course, you drink enough tea and one must pee...it's always good to flush the sickly body...

My tea cold tonic is a special blend:

2 bags of chai
1 bag of ginger (or a chunk sliced off of a fresh ginger root, which I did today)
1 bag of lemon zinger (if there are not fresh lemons in the house)
5-9 peppercorns (whatever looks right)
12 cups or so of hot water.

I just run the water through our coffee maker, have the fixin's in the pot and let it brew and keep warm (refrigerate what you don't use, warm up for later)...fill the cup, add honey...it's very spicy, very soothing for an irritated throat and an unwell body...

I thought I'd talk about my little kitty, Picky-Picky. Here she is...the little button...she found a patch of sunshine, or it found her...in my dictionary, her picture is next to the definition for 'Adorable'...
This unique little kitty came to us in the late fall of 1997, one of the many kittens that were born that year in the empty barn across the road from our house. When I first became aware of her I didn't know for sure she was a cat because of her unusual mode of transportation, and incredible speed. When I finally got a good look at this little creature that would appear at the food dish out on the porch, but it would quickly disappear by tumbling over the edge and hiding underneath the porch...I discovered that she was dragging her hind legs behind her, and was just running about on front leg power. Poor baby (she was only about three months old, if even that old, a definite runt of the litter, but with a will to live. I tried capturing her one day, but got my thumb bit in the process! She was so vicious it was startling, hissing and growling, holy crap she startled me! So I dropped her, and watched her scuttle away, pitiful, but I had to admire her spunk. (She had chomped on me so hard that it bruised the thumbnail through my work glove!)

The snow came early that year, and every day I put the food out for the barn orphans, I'd watch for her, and didn't always see her, I feared she was dead by November when I hadn't seen her in so long. Well, I was wrong. Our son was setting out to catch the school bus one snowy day before Thanksgiving, and there was the little one in the midst of the feeding frenzy around the food dish, she couldn't scamper away, he plucked her up, and handed her to me "Here, you want this?" he asked. I took her, stuffed her inside my coat, struggling and hissing, thank goodness I always wear lots of layers (I think she peed on me too!) I took her inside and stuck her inside the bathroom where my Fred was taking his morning bath, it was warm and steamy in there, so she hid behind the toilet with that "don't look at me" attitude. Soon enough she became quite tame, being warm and having food all to herself without sharing with her mom and siblings took the edge off. Lap became acceptable rather quick too, within an hour we became friends.

This is the very first picture I took of her...

Okay, so where's the wind up key, right? She looks like a toy...or maybe a cartoon character. All I know is this wee thing effectively broke my heart...the cuteness factor was off the scale.

I studied this wee cat, little pug-nosed face with large round green eyes, black and white fur, the little soul patch on her chin always makes me laugh, and the nasally meow that is more like "Ewe", and sometimes she says "Oot?", then she has that scrappy shriek that is still startling, I don't think I can spell it...it scares me too much.

To my relief, the little hind legs worked once she warmed up, I had feared that she had been hit by a car, but there was definitely something not right. The vet saw her the very next day...I always fear the worst when a wee kitty has their first check up, especially this one with her kind of troubles. He took one look at her sitting on his exam table, big eyes and very undersized for her age, he proclaimed "What a unique little kitty." For a vet who sees hundreds of cats a week to say that, I knew she was special. He looked her over, other than having a case of worms, being under nourished, she was healthy, but the ligaments in her knees are displaced, so she walks with a bowlegged wobble, and her spine is slightly crooked between her shoulders like scoliosis, her tail flails around behind her like a rudder to keep her going straight...pitiful, but it makes me happy to have her happy and alive. The vet didn't think she'd live beyond her first year. Well, she's becoming an old lady now, 12 years this summer...she never grew much beyond the size of a 6 month old kitten, she tips the scales at about 6-7 lbs at her roundest, tiny paws the size of my thumb pad, her little black bit of a nose is smaller than a pencil eraser, she's very wee compared to the four boys...but she's feisty, and can handle those stinkers. She's blind in one eye now, although we thought she might lose it, it seems to be getting better all on its own (well, as good as it's going to get).
A very tiny white mitten with black pads...

She's such a little character...she chases shadows for fun these days, she's waiting for one here...

This is one of her favorite baskets by the woodstove...that is a toy mouse...the darn thing does look a little bit too real...the cats love them.

So that's my story of wee Picky-Picky, the Picky Pie...

2 comments:

From This Moment to That said...

I loved reading your story and I love her name..Picky Picky is adorable! She certainly had good luck when she found you. She looks very similar to our Henry who is 19 now and not too well these days. I'm glad she thrived on the warmth and the love you gave her.
I hope you soon feel better, sounds like that herb tea will do the trick!
Hugs to you :)
Jane

Maria said...

Aw.......what a sweet story. That kitten sure is full of the cute!