Thursday, June 9, 2011
We had one of those nights a couple weeks ago.
Keenan, the LARGE, 7mos old puppy who is a skilled counter surfer, nabbed a sponge from the kitchen sink and promptly ate it.
I was in the process of giving her some 3% hydrogen peroxide to induce vomiting vs. risking it making it through her system... which worked almost instantaneously by the way.... hur-gack, hur-gack, hur-gack....
Furry Husband ran her outside to monitor and retrieve the sponge...make sure she didn't eat it a second time....
The phone rang and I was talking to a lovely tho' extremely chatty person, the sort that doesn't really let you get a word in edgewise... when I hear Furry Husband yell, "HONEY? CAN YOU COME HERE A MINUTE?"
Thinking something was going wrong with Keenan, I tried to get off the phone with the lovely person to no avail... I went outside and Furry points down our little gravel path. He says there is a cat down there writhing around and he thinks it might be injured. He's holding Keenan back, monitoring vomit, picking up sponge pieces and can't go investigate.
I walk down the path and find this little tabby cat writhing around, not cuz she's injured, but cuz she is in heat.... I scoop her up (all the while with Ms. Lovely talking in my ear) and move her to our bunk house with food, water and some spare blankets for a bed.
She is such a nice little cat... completely friendly... loved the belly rubs.... she was pretty dirty, matted and hungry. We got her spayed and found her a home with 3 kids... I guess the youngest daughter carries her all around and loves her to death which is great cuz we have 5 cats and really didn't need any more!