My Little Antichrist
Updates on adventures with my Sphynx cat (who looks more like her Cornish Rex predecessors, since she’s sprouted fur), as it is ongoing. Behold, the ironically nicknamed, “Big Sweetie,” aka Aeon.
- She has her very own bedroom complete with window (shown in photos) because she plays so poorly with others
- A recurrence of butt-streamers, she ate a bookmark tassel, no intestinal blockage, just a stinky brown kite-tail that followed her everywhere she went. ;)
- I can now administer glucose tests to cats and dogs, having first-hand experience, since “voluptuous” Buddha-shaped cats are prone to diabetes.
- Lil’ Queen B hissed and growled at everyone in the vet’s office, including 2 small children. ‘Atta girl!
- Aforementioned behavior is actually good for her, as she’s no longer lunging, attacking and boxing, viciously & at random, since she started anti-anxiety treatment through Buspar.
Note: On animals swallowing objects like cassette tape innards, string, etc. - ’tis not wise to tug on their “streamers”, as linear objects can cause injury or slice through internal organs if still winding its way through the digestive tract.
Further, I don’t understand why she allows me to prick her ear to check her glucose. You would think that something glorious was ensuing, as she purrs and delivers muchas smooches to me all the while. Meanwhile, if anyone else so much as looks at her wrong, she’s ready to kill - growling, hissing and pissing.
Should have known, on seeing the exclamation mark (starts on her head and is completed by the dot on her neck) that she would be fucking fierce. It is so expressive of what goes on in her mind. I just wish I could see what it is, the invisible things that scare her so.