Rumble in the Bronx
Each of the cats has a series of nicknames. Most people would agree that they have a main name for their pet and maybe a few nicknames. On a previous post I mentioned a few that Tiki has. Turns out we've added a few for him since then, but that's another post.
Durango is the wife's eldest cat. I think this thing was Methusalah's house cat back in the day. It's like 160 human years old. Over the past 5 years that I've been in the picture, I can honestly count about three of the lives it's used up. There could be others. Who knows. And, when I came into the picture, none of the cats had any other name other than those they were originally given...except Durango, who received the name Mango as a nickname. Big stretch there.
Lately, the cat has been losing weight. The vet, whom we affectionately call, "Doc" indicated that the cat might have an ulcer and needs to gain some of the weight back. You see, about 6 or 7 years back (pre-Lex, you might say) the cat weighed in...I shit you not...around 21 lbs. The thing is has dipped down to 9.5. So, the picture you have in your head now is likely a cat from a concentration camp or something. Well, it looks like it too.
Doc told us to feed him whatever he wants...no restrictions. So we do. We went out and bought some fancy schmancy deluxe cat food and he gets table scraps, the works. Problem is, with this ulcer or whatever it is (current speculation has that he ate or was stung by a scorpion that got into the house (but we're not sure) is that it causes him to barf. A lot. The worst one was just a week or so ago when he let go on the rug in front of the wife's office. It smelled worse than a sewage treatment plant in Jersey on a hot summer night. It took a half a bottle of Febreeze and Odor Out to simply mask the stench. I was gagging. Gah....
Anyway, he did it last night, too. Down on the rug in the laundry room. At least this was easier to clean, but it wasn't any more appetizing. Gah...!
Since this has started happening, Mango's stomach creates a cacophony of ululations. Man, sometimes you can hear it from another room. It's THAT loud. So, I started calling him Rumble in the Bronx, or RIBbie for short.
RIBbie is spoiled. Hell, all domestic housecats are spoiled...especially those kept inside. All of our cats are indoor cats. And all of them are spoiled rotten. Worse than me. And that's pretty bad.
Well, one of the things that RIBbie likes, is fresh ice water. The Mrs. and I always have, every night, a glass of ice water or iced tea beside our respective beds, and every night, without fail, RIBbie tries to drink from it. Nevermind that the cat has a little fountain of water to drink from...but THAT's not fresh enough, apparently. Damn cat. Damn spoiled cat.
So, he's taken lately to laying in the bathtub. And, one time the wife put a cup of water in the bath tub. Well, it was during one of the periods where his health was failing and she was desperate to get him to drink some water because she felt he wasn't drinking enough. So, she put the cup in the bathtub with him. It wasn't long (like the next day) when she started asking me to put fresh water in the cup. With ice. For the cat.
That was two or three weeks ago. And, it's still there. Every day. With fresh water and ice.
Damn cat. Damn spoiled cat.
-la
Durango is the wife's eldest cat. I think this thing was Methusalah's house cat back in the day. It's like 160 human years old. Over the past 5 years that I've been in the picture, I can honestly count about three of the lives it's used up. There could be others. Who knows. And, when I came into the picture, none of the cats had any other name other than those they were originally given...except Durango, who received the name Mango as a nickname. Big stretch there.
Lately, the cat has been losing weight. The vet, whom we affectionately call, "Doc" indicated that the cat might have an ulcer and needs to gain some of the weight back. You see, about 6 or 7 years back (pre-Lex, you might say) the cat weighed in...I shit you not...around 21 lbs. The thing is has dipped down to 9.5. So, the picture you have in your head now is likely a cat from a concentration camp or something. Well, it looks like it too.
Doc told us to feed him whatever he wants...no restrictions. So we do. We went out and bought some fancy schmancy deluxe cat food and he gets table scraps, the works. Problem is, with this ulcer or whatever it is (current speculation has that he ate or was stung by a scorpion that got into the house (but we're not sure) is that it causes him to barf. A lot. The worst one was just a week or so ago when he let go on the rug in front of the wife's office. It smelled worse than a sewage treatment plant in Jersey on a hot summer night. It took a half a bottle of Febreeze and Odor Out to simply mask the stench. I was gagging. Gah....
Anyway, he did it last night, too. Down on the rug in the laundry room. At least this was easier to clean, but it wasn't any more appetizing. Gah...!
Since this has started happening, Mango's stomach creates a cacophony of ululations. Man, sometimes you can hear it from another room. It's THAT loud. So, I started calling him Rumble in the Bronx, or RIBbie for short.
RIBbie is spoiled. Hell, all domestic housecats are spoiled...especially those kept inside. All of our cats are indoor cats. And all of them are spoiled rotten. Worse than me. And that's pretty bad.
Well, one of the things that RIBbie likes, is fresh ice water. The Mrs. and I always have, every night, a glass of ice water or iced tea beside our respective beds, and every night, without fail, RIBbie tries to drink from it. Nevermind that the cat has a little fountain of water to drink from...but THAT's not fresh enough, apparently. Damn cat. Damn spoiled cat.
So, he's taken lately to laying in the bathtub. And, one time the wife put a cup of water in the bath tub. Well, it was during one of the periods where his health was failing and she was desperate to get him to drink some water because she felt he wasn't drinking enough. So, she put the cup in the bathtub with him. It wasn't long (like the next day) when she started asking me to put fresh water in the cup. With ice. For the cat.
That was two or three weeks ago. And, it's still there. Every day. With fresh water and ice.
Damn cat. Damn spoiled cat.
-la
posted by Lex Armenia at 12:20 PM
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