Tag: cats

Pig was an orphaned kitten my brother found in the bottom of an old oil drum. They bottle fed him, but he needs a permanent home now, so he’s come to live with me. So far, shockingly, Harriet hates him the least. Henry and Polly think he is the devil’s minion, which he may well be. He’s kind of a pushy asshole, so he should fit right in here, if the girls will get over themselves.

Harriet is doing fine, aside from the couch swallowing incident. No more seizures, as far as I know. She’s developed paralysis on the right side of her face (sort of like the canine equivalent of Bell’s Palsy). It isn’t bothering her, and the only time you really can tell something’s wrong is right after she eats or drinks. Then, her lower right lip gets floppy. Her new nickname is Whopperjaw.

(About the couch. I’ve got waterproof covers on the cushions, because Harriet leaks. I’ve been covering them up with towels or sheets or whatever is handy that can be washed easily. Under that is a pee pad, and under that, there’s a waterproof mattress cover.

And Henry, being a total dork.

Yes, there’s a cat in that photo. Or parts of one, anyway. Every morning, when I wake up, Henry is tucked under the foot of my bed, with just her little toes sticking out. Sometimes her mortal enemy is lying right next to her.