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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Skiddy's Big Adventure



Skiddy is an active kitten, and almost old enough now to just be called a cat.  Although she started off last year with a bum leg that someone even suggested should just be amputated to my extreme horror, months of chasing imaginary creatures and games of fetch with me have improved her mobility to a fairly normal state.  Although she seems to limp a little and get tired after playing fetch for too long a time, her leg is certainly much better from the time when she pathetically dragged it limply behind her.

The picture above shows Skiddy waiting alertly for me to throw her fetch toy from her favorite perch, the back of a stuffed chair in my living room.  When I sit in that chair and start typing on one the keyboards, she has a habit of leaping up onto the top of the back in order to look over my shoulder to see what I am doing.  Sometimes, she reminds me of a pirate's parrot perched up there next to my shoulder.

When she plays fetch, though, she reminds me of a hockey player.  She gets tunnel vision chasing her fetch toy down the linoleum hallway.  It's not uncommon for her to overshoot her prey and slide past it in that cartoon-cat-on-the-kitchen-floor way.  One thing that makes her look like a hockey player is her unwaivering bravery to chase the toy to the end of the hallway and slam into the door like a player going behind the net and into the end boards.  For her own safety, I have had to leave a cardboard box in front of the door to soften the inevitable collision.

Last month, while in the throes of being in heat, she spent the night outside.  I worried about her getting pregnant because I haven't been able to get her spayed yet.  Fortunately, she apparently got scared and spent her first night outside hiding safely under the house.  The next morning, she started meowing when she heard my voice calling for her and she was rescued without incident ( no kitty sex for you! ), except for being a little dusty for a cat.








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Posted at 06:37 pm by John Furie Zacharias

Anthony
August 24, 2005   07:51 PM PDT
 
Good to see Skiddy doing well. You should put that before pic up.

Also, better hope Sinja doesn't catch you having Pirate thoughts...
wailfulrhyme
August 24, 2005   09:57 PM PDT
 
awww... Skiddy is so cute!
J f Z
August 24, 2005   10:04 PM PDT
 
Ant, I couldn't readily find the photo of Skiddy looking so pathetic laying in a swaddling towel, but I just editted this entry with a link back to the "Broken Kitty in the Imajica" post from last November which has another little cute photo of her being bad.

Anthony
August 24, 2005   11:44 PM PDT
 
woot! thanks. *sniffs and wipes a tear* they grow up so fast...
Helleena
October 22, 2005   11:30 PM PDT
 
Hey it is great to see that Skiddy is doing great. I wonder about her all the time. Zoe even askes about her. Well I guess I will talk to you later.
 

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