I thought I’d give you an update on Daisy, the new kitten I adopted a couple weeks ago. I call her Crazy Daisy because, boy howdy, is she full of piss and vinegar.
I’m happy to report that Daisy has settled in completely. Fact is, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happier cat. Within the first 24 hours she imprinted on me like a baby to a Mama. The goofball follows me everywhere. She even jumped into the clawfoot tub when I was showering. Only once, and she instantly regretted it. Now she’s content to sit on the bathroom rug screaming at me until I emerge.
Our first evening together was one boundary test after another. The nut tried to climb the miniblinds in the living room like she was climbing a ladder. Then she leapt up onto the kitchen counter and into the sink. I spent about an hour and a half clapping my hands and barking “DAISY NO!” over and over again.
You can see why I call her Crazy Daisy.
But once her boundaries were defined, she settled into a nice routine.
Like my old cat Willow, Daisy goes crazy over the bottlecaps from my Polar Seltzer bottles. She hasn’t learned to play fetch with them the way Willow did. But she carries a bottlecap around in her mouth from room to room, then she smacks it around like a lunatic until she smacks it under the refrigerator. I always know when that happens because I find Crazy Daisy sitting in front of the fridge screaming her fool head off. So I have to grab the yard stick from the kitchen pantry and root around under the fridge until I can knock it back out for her.
Apparently Willow also lost a lot of her bottlecaps under the fridge. The first time I did the yard stick retrieval method for Daisy, I knocked about a dozen bottlecaps out from under the fridge.
Last week she found my old dog Mary’s nighttime stuffed toy Moon. After Mary died last year, I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away even though it was in a sorry state. So I kept it on my desk under the cat-scratcher. Daisy dug it out and went totally bonkers over that thing. Now I’m glad I kept hold of it.
Look at that face. She was screaming blue murder when I took the picture. I don’t know if it’s the dog scent on Moon or what, but she goes bananas every time she plays with it.
Funny thing about kittens, they can go from Crazy Phase to Lazy Phase in an instant. I haven’t had a kitten in fifteen years and I’d quite forgotten how quickly that happens. It’s as if a switch gets flipped in Daisy’s head. And Crazy Daisy instantly transforms into Lazy Daisy.
Today I am Daisy-less. Early this morning I dropped her off for her spaying. A volunteer from the rescue place met me midway in my hometown of LaFayette, and I handed Daisy off to her. The whole way out to LaFayette, I kept reassuring Daisy that it was only for the day. I wasn’t sending her away. She would be home lickety-split.
Turns out Daisy wasn’t the only one rattled by the separation. I got all teary-eyed on the drive home.
It never ceases to amaze me how quickly we bond with our pets. Daisy and I have become quite a pair. And even after just ten days, it’s really weird being in the house without her.
And she’s home from the vet! She is groggy as hell and had a very full bladder apparently. First thing she did when I let her out of the carrier was make a beeline to the litter box and pee like a racehorse. She’s sleeping beside me here on the couch, very content to be home. And I am so glad to have her back!
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