by Rondo, the handsome, debonair poet
Well, dear friends... we have returned. Sweetie wished to post today's blog but we decided she'd better wait until she's used up some of her pent up energy so I, Rondo am bard and blogger of the day.
You ask why she has so much energy? That's what we thought you asked.
As you know she had some dental issues and had to have all but her incisors and fangs removed. And due to the state of her mouth she must have been in pain, though she never complained. As a result, it was a shock to Grammy when they were at the annual vettie appointment and she saw her poor wee gums all swollen and red.
Well, she had been quieter, less bouncy, less mischievous, but we all thought she was settling down now that she's almost seven and a half years old. You know... like we boys settled down and are now much more mature, dignified and less rambunctious.
What do you mean, Grammy? That doesn't describe us? Of course it does. Where have you been? La-la land? Oh yes, that's right, you have been in a state, you old thing. Hush now!
Well, now that the wee darling - that's Sweetie, not the old girl - is feeling better and her gums have healed and she doesn't have to take anymore yucky meds she has returned to kittenhood. I swear it! She has! Grammy tries to work on the computer, read, knit and where is she? Right in her lap demanding attention or knocking things off the table or biting things.
WHY, in the last couple of days computer mouse, nail clippers, file, tv remote and half a dozen other remotes the old girl keeps nearby have all either landed on the floor or been systematically carried off to be batted around the room. Luckily, Grammy caught her before the coffee cup took a flying leap into oblivion. And this time she wasn't trying to drink the brew, she was showing her distain for the meager dregs Grammy'd left for her to ingest.
And last night Grammy had to close the window part way! Why on such a lovely evening, you ask? Well, the little scamp found a small tear in the screen, had worked a bit of the wire loose and was yanking on it with her newly healed gums.... Now it's large enough for those pesky no-seeums to fly through without even catching their wings on the wire...
OH, right! I forgot, Etude. Add it to Grammy's to-do list. Fix Screen. No, no-seeums allowed indoors. Oh wait! Let them in. That'll give us things to chase that the old girl cannot see and she'll think the moths are back... Oh, such fun. Strike it from the list!
Sorry, friends. So back to the woeful tale of Sweetie and her misbehaving. Not only does she toss things and tear things but now she's biting our ears... Etude's and mine. Well, not quite biting them, gumming them, sort of... as she doesn't have many teeth left.
Oh, there she goes again. What now, Grammy??? She's trying to get us to exercise and chase her? Huh! Who knew? Well, not us, obviously.
Why would we need to exercise? We got the clean bill of health at the vettie. Oh shush! I don't remember hearing the vettie say WE needed more exercise. I'm sure of it. Did you, Etude?
No, I thought not. Well, Grammy, the vettie asked YOU about exercise... and you told her you get lots of exercise waving our wands and throwing and retrieving our toys... Nothing in there about us! I'm sure of it.
Well, this is about Sweetie, so once again, I say, SHUSH!
So, friends. That Sweetie, she's getting into all sorts of trouble now her teeth are gone and her gums are better. We, that's Etude and I, try to set a good example. We snooze all day, only wake up to eat or get snuggles from the old girl.. oh and to … you know... eliminate. *aside R whispers to Etude* We won't mention us taking turns pouncing on Sweetie and biting her neck. No, that's not important.
That Sweetie is surely a slow learner. Sheesh, life is tough. Don't ya know it!
A little brightener for your day.... from the bard of M&M Central himself.
Sweet Cecily’s her name but she goes by Sweetie
Her bones are strong but not too meatie.
Feisty she is, she’s like a colt
Long legs she has and she loves to bolt
From bed to floor to wall to rack
She scares us when on Grammy’s back
She pounces, then with a toss
Of sail-sized ears she’s off
To adventures only in her head
And when she’s done she hits her bed.
A snooze, for that is all it is
Before she starts to skim and whizz
Past others scattered ‘neath our roof
She chases flick’ring lights and floof
To parts unknown they scatter far
Afraid of Sweetie, our feisty star.
originally published February 26, 2018
Comments are welcomed... and especially if full of mischief.
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