Tinkering With the Ecosystem

So instead of the shelter, it was a beeline to the corner pet store.

First question:  Boy or girl?  Pet-Guy Sherlock lifted up the walking ecosystem that was Cat and deduced:  No tackle, therefore girl.  (So much for logical reasoning.  This, please note, from me who underwrites Science Diet stock-shares by selling legal-logical reasoning.  But children I must be frank.  With experience you may come to find that very little out there actually makes sense.)

Second question:  Name?  I decided  Lee-Lee.  For “Ms. Lilliputia of La-La Land.”  “Lilliputia” due to Cat’s tinyness, from Gulliver’s Travels.

La-La?  I wince.  Don’t recall the rationale.  Ridiculous to be looking for rationale in the first place.

For answers to other less-important questions I also relied solely on Pet-Guy (see Net for endless debate about what kind of litter, what kind of box, what kind of food, what kind of toy).  Otherwise guided by my own improvisational ideas of green best-practices (pine pellets, no preservatives and as few by-products as feasible, any object that could be mouthed, clawed, and otherwise deconstructed or destroyed with as little landfill-pawprint as possible).

A trip to the vet restored a rough balance to the ecosystem, which made the prospect of welcoming it into the house tolerable if not reassuring – and that, friends, was pretty much that.  We were on our own.

Oh well there was that gender thing.  One fine day:  Tackle!  And very cute it was too.  Fur-covered!  Who knew (the continuing theme of this whole experience).

Oh well plus there was that neutering thing.  Over with.  The less said, the better.

But I have to say I was proud of my guy for fighting the gas.  He went under eventually, but not before taking a strip out of the vet’s arm.  Well, I must be frank.  I’m proud of that too.  No well let me amend that by saying proud tempered with compassion.

Wait!  Have I lost my mind totally?  Full of compassion!  But that’s for the next post.

About nadbugs

Anita loves cats. This must be because she, too, has had nine lives. She’s been dancing since she could walk, she was a commercial artist and advertising producer, she earned a third-degree black belt in Aikido, she is a drummer with the Afrique Aya Dance Company, she is an attorney, and she’s a meditator and a devoted student of Nonviolent Communication. She also spent one lifetime sidelined with a devastating back injury in 1992. Since then – FELDENKRAIS METHOD® to the rescue. The FELDENKRAIS METHOD is all about dreaming concretely – thinking intelligently and independently by way of a gracious and kind physicality. The work affords all who study it a process by which to reach, with movement, into the mind and the heart, to make nine lives into one whole being.
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3 Responses to Tinkering With the Ecosystem

  1. typist for JhaJha, the Petite Panther says:

    I knew Bugs was feisty!

  2. Pingback: The Turning Of The Season | catself

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