Cheering Up

Goodness knows I needed it — and you, dear readers, have come through big-time.  The latest comments are so encouraging, I’m going with them.

Bugs still has not produced — but I keep telling myself he hasn’t thrown up either.  In the front end has not gone the high-quality food plus slippery elm plus cod-oil — he won’t touch more than a few bites of that.

I could dwell on the first phrase of that last paragraph and repeat that nothing has come out the opposite end but I will not. I will focus on Bugs keeping food down.  Not the good food, but decent-enough kibble soaked in cod-oil, plus Laxatone plus stool-softener on top of that, per the vet — so, OK.  I’m still worried about moisture — but OK.

Here’s what I will also focus on, per your encouragement:

I can say for sure now that Bugs and Fang are playing together.  It is much too cute and awesome for words.  They’re doing it right now as I write this.  They are thundering around chasing either other —

How do you do that, with pipes as full as Bugs’s?  But I am not supposed to dwell on this and so I will retire the question unanswered.

As I was saying.  They are playing.  Fang throws his arm around Bugs’s neck and nose-kisses him.  Bugs puts up with this.  Bugs baps Fang.  Fang baps Bugs.  Bugs wrassles Fang to the ground.  Fang ditto.

They look like they are killing each other.  Their passion frankly scares me.  I’m telling you, it’s all out.

I mean, I would say it’s all out — but I know it’s not.  All-out would be ears back and so forth, and include sound effects to freeze radiator-fluid.  The only sound effects that are happening now are Fang’s little chirps and what sound like questions from Bugs.  And thundering and various crashings I’m also not going to dwell on.

I spoke to the vet and she was all for administering the enema this morning — but what I really wanted to know was could we wait for nature to take its course until Monday.  She was OK with that, but emphasized if he hadn’t come up with the goods by then . . . .

OK.  I said I would not dwell on this.  So let me tell you another thing that cheered me up. It was at a funeral.  (My land, what a life.)  I like my bank manager a lot and his father died.  So I went this morning, given I didn’t have to attend Bugs’s evacuation.  Here’s the story:

My bank manager’s father and mother were married for 57 years.  The father died this past Tuesday, on Valentine’s Day.  But not before making sure that a dozen roses were delivered to his wife.  On the day he died.

photo by Georges Seguin

People burst into tears, hearing the minister tell that story.  I never met the man, and so I did not know him — but I know his son, and I know I enjoy going to the bank every time, and that’s why I was there to witness this most moving moment.

Moving.  Moving.  Bugs — do you hear?  MOVE IT!!

OK, OK.  I will close this post and go eat something.  Bye til later.

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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20 Responses to Cheering Up

  1. Come on, Bugs. Let go, OK? You really don’t wanna know what sorts of things V*Ts will do to you if you hold it in much longer.

    We’d be starting to get worried if he wasn’t acting so fine. Playing, eating, wrasseling, all say he’s feeling fine. Have you tried just keeping him in his bathroom for a while? Maybe Bugs is having so much fun with Fang he doesn’t want to waste time pooping.

  2. nadbugs says:

    I have tried. No dice. And I’ve only let the two of them be together for a few hours at either end of the day. So Bugs has many hours of Fanglessness. No dice. So far.

  3. Poop Watch 2012 continues… Come on Bugsy!
    Have there ever been so many people all concentrating on one cat pooping..?
    Try to remain as calm as you can, Bean, Bugsy can pick up on your tension. I know it’s not easy to relax, but the more you can, the more he can. And if he relaxes… poop happens! We hope we hope we hope!

    • nadbugs says:

      Oh I so know what you mean about the tension. I’m trying to just forget about the whole issue. I have to admit, though, this morning when he refused the food . . . . argh. A tough moment for me.

  4. I should add, that flower story is so touching. They must have had a wonderful marriage.

  5. With all that exercise, it should help move things along. Laxatone usually works quickly. If nothing pops tomorrow…it’s enema time. The rose story is heart-wrenching.

  6. Good job, Bean! I applaud your efforts to not dwell on the poo. You’re doing all you can, so it’s best to sit back and enjoy the blossoming friendship. And hope that maybe all of the romping and wrassling gets things moving for poor Bugs…

    Touching story about the funeral. And beautiful photo.

  7. CATachresis says:

    I’ve never known such international concern over one cat’s poop!!! Bugsy let it out boy!! You know not what awaits you otherwise! The flowers story made me tear up. So poignant.

  8. Ivy says:

    It is indeed an international commotion over a cat’s poop! 😀
    The flowers story touched my heart. Good luck today!

  9. Dianda says:

    The story about the roses was very touchy. Very sweet.

    Come on, Bugs. Poop!
    It’s better than going to the vet!

  10. Wazeau says:

    I’m picturing all of us in cheerleader costumes calling out “one two three! Lets see poop from Bugsy!”

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