Cricket adopted us at the shelter by jumping into my mother’s lap, nuzzling the top of her head under Mom’s chin, and settling down – clearly, “Here I am and here I stay.” Lucy got a home with us because I’m a softie, she’d already been returned to the shelter once, she was older, and she was a beautiful little lady. Buzz joined us because I (mistakenly) thought Cricket would welcome a baby (she liked to groom ME).
There was no warning. Monday my beautiful cat Cricket was fine. Tuesday she didn’t come to get her breakfast – I called her from the kitchen first, as usual, and when she didn’t show up I figured she wanted her food upstairs. I went up to my office door and called again, but still she didn’t appear. Not till I sat down at my desk did I see her, way back under the desk. I’m unable to kneel so I couldn’t get her out, but I was able to put the cat food bowl near her. After a few minutes she got up, sniffed at it, and walked past it, settling down still too far away for me to see her. As she is a very dark gray with black overtones, I couldn’t even get a good look at her.
I was concerned, but the last time she got lethargic and I took her to the vet, they couldn’t find anything special wrong with her, and the next day she was fine again. It was an expensive visit because they did a lot of blood work, so I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. I’d wait and see how long the lethargy lasted. Continue reading
Awhile back I bought some very long pins to help with crochet work. They came in a plastic package that, once opened, spilled most of the pins out. There was no sense putting them back, because next time I needed some the whole package would spill again.
So today I made this:
A couple of weeks ago, I decided it was time to make Cricket her very own soft blanket to sleep on. Lucy used to take over every place that Cricket liked to sleep, but now that Lucy is gone, I wanted to give Cricket someplace special. Voilá!