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is Bella, aka "Tubbs McFatty". She is our 9 year old, declawed calico, and she loves long walks on the beach, watching "Shark Week", and fine Italian cuisine. K, I make up the last part, but it sounds like a personal ad, right? It's hard to describe someone or somecat withOUT sounding like that, but we'll go with it. The way she's looking at me right now, says "Mooooooom, don't talk about me online! No, you know what? Do it. I'll just sleep on your pillow tonight and make you curl up next to me in that uncomfortable spot on the corner and wake up with a sore neck. So, yeah, go ahead." Ok. I will.We have 3 pets and they all have distinct personalities and therefore many nicknames. In Bella's case, Tubbs McFatty is the one we find the most humorous. She eats more than any cat I've ever seen and runs like a cow, if/when she runs at all. If you've ever seen a cow run, you know why that's funny. Clearly, from the picture, you can see she is equally amused. She is the first pet Chris and I got as a married couple. We've had her for almost 7 years, and she is a sweet girl. She is patient, cuddly, and loves to sleep on our feet. Her favorite things include goldfish, sitting near the bathtub (yes, we're tempted at times to "nudge" her into the water), and rolling around on the sidewalk. She loves to get right on top of whatever we're working on, like puzzles, knitting projects, homework, and a few minutes ago, this computer. This indicates that our attention is misdirected, i.e., not on her. While I definitely enjoy picking on my sweet Bella, don't worry, she doesn't mind. She gets us back by scratching, or "scratching" I should say since she's declawed, the paper lamp by the back door til we let her out at inappropriate times. It's a nightly battle of wills to see who can ignore/annoy longer, and she always wins. No matter what we're doing, either Chris or I will eventually go let her out just so she STOPS. Like all cats, she immediately wants to come back IN, making the whole event even more frustrating. Bella: 273 Us: almost 1.
The fondness Bella has for food and her family is equally matched in the hate she has for the vet. I've heard calicos are like that, but I think it's just because she is quite the drama queen. I have several vet stories, but I'll share just one, mainly because it's the only one that interesting enough for others to read about. Especially if you don't like cats. Or pets in general. In which case, I thank you for reading. There is an explosion (of sorts), suspense, blood, and screaming--so read on! My friend Jodi has a list of reasons she doesn't have any pets, and I am responsible for about 60 items on said list. Allow me to share one of our most memorable experiences at pet parents. It's funny in the "it happened a long time ago" kinda way.
While getting ready for our first Christmas in our new house, in December of 2008, we were trying to decide where to put the Christmas tree. To make room, I moved a large, crackle glass fish vase from the mantel "safely" into my bedroom closet. We set the tree up, nowhere near the mantel, of course, and Christmas was wonderful. A few weeks later, while the tree was laying nicely in a corner of the backyard, the vase was still "safe" in my closet. We forgot about it. One morning, the girls and I were rushing around getting ready for school. It was a last minute kind of morning, since Chris had left super early, and I didn't shut my closet after getting my clothes. Can you tell where this is going??? A few minutes later, I hear shuffling noises, like papers and boxes falling, and I knew Bella was trying to make a cozy spot in what I THOUGHT was just computer cables and old CDs. I yelled at her to get out, and like a flash, she ran out of my room. Fast forward about 3 minutes.
Julia, who even at 3 was ready to leave before I was, came to tell me that Bella was "making footprints all over with the pink paint." I put the curling iron down slowly and said, "Julia, we don't have any pink paint."
...to be continued...
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