Stupid Cat

Stupid Cat

Jumper

April 25, 2013

Stupid Cat

Good news.  The radiation guy’s secretary phoned.  He told her to tell me that the problem with my shoulder IS NOT CANCER.  Well that’s a f***ing relief.

But he still wants me to have a CT Scan next week.  Not really liking the sounds of that.  Could it be inflammation, scar tissue, or degenerative bones?   Gotta feeling the post-menopausal meds I’m on are eating away at my bones despite getting the Xgeva.  In that case, it’s going to become more of a necessity to go back on the Tamoxifen (which gave me the stroke), because that drug doesn’t wreck your bones.  Oh well, cross that bridge when it gets there.

Today I would like to write about our stupid new cat Jumper.  I swear she thinks she is a dog.  You throw a ball.  She gets it and brings it back to you.  She is my children’s best friend and will follow them to school and wait patiently for them to come back.  On Wednesday, she waited over 10 hours outside in the rain.  I went looking for her at the corner house, her favourite hang-out, when I met the owner.  I asked him if he saw a black cat because she loves his house.  “You got a black cat?,” he said.  “Is it a girl or a boy?”  “A girl”, I told him.  “Are you sure?” he asked.  “Yes”, I told him.  “Come over here”, he said.  I thought maybe he found Jumper, felt sorry for her because she was out in the rain, and brought her into his house, because he ushered me to his front door.  Not so.  He opened the door and there were 5 beautiful baby kittens there in the foyer.  They were so, so cute.  “A black cat came over here and now my cat has babies”, he said.  These cats were mostly white and grey and there was a little black one too.  “They ain’t mine”, I told him, “My cat has been neutered!”.  “You want another cat?  I’m trying to get rid of these” he said.   “No thanks,” I told him, “I already have two and I have enough problems with the new one I’ve got”.  In the back of my mind I was thinking I may take one if my stupid cat doesn’t come back home and my kids start bawling their eyes out because I lost her (yes, somehow it will all be my fault)!  I phoned my husband and told him our ding dong cat was gone again.  He found our cat when he was walking home from work later that night.

So this morning, Jumper decided to follow us to school again.  I sent the kids on the way when we got to the corner house and made sure Jumper didn’t go any further.  Once the kids were a far distance away, I picked up Jumper and carried her at arms length across the road.  She started hissing a me.  She did not want to go home.  I was wearing my fairly new red spring Lululemon jacket and I was determined NOT to have her claws dig into this one.  I still have bad memories of the last Lululemon coat she destroyed with her claws.  “That coat cost me more than you!” I thought, holding her at arms length “and I’m not going let you wreck this one too”.  So I let her go and off she went.  I called her to follow me home, but she was much more content waiting in other people’s yards from 8:00 to 3:00 for the kids to come back.

Lucky for us, today she came out of her hiding place when we came home from school and followed us home.  She is now lounging in my daughter’s bunk bed.  Must be nice, the life of a cat.  No bills.  No health problems.  Comes in and out whenever she pleases.  Cats got it good.

I went over the school today for a luncheon.  Gerty was retiring and this was her last day.  I hope she realizes what a huge impact she has had on the kids she has taught over the years.  It’s a special job, the job of a teacher, and I feel it’s one of the most rewarding careers a person can have.  I will miss her.  It will be weird not seeing her when I visit the school, but I hope she really enjoys her retirement years.

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