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31 July 2008 @ 10:25 pm
 
Handsome Tom has no idea that he's a compact, albeit solidly built, domestic cat. In his mind, he's a mountain lion. Some of you know he stalked a bear. That's right: a bear (which, by the bye, visited our premises once again last night and helped itself to our thistle feeder (shattered) and our garbage can (tipped over and all kinds of messy)). The other morning, as he was trotting across the verge for his morning skritches, he paused to face down a raccoon twice his size. Today, in the early hours, he decided it would be an excellent idea to take down a full-grown dear. Mind, had he done so, we would (as my dearest husband said) have feasted like kings, but honestly... he's a domesticated cat. Not a leopard. Not a jaguar. Not a cougar. Not even a bobcat. He's a kittykitty.

Who, incidentally, has a weird bump - about the size of a grape tomato- on the right side of his ribcage. He doesn't freak when I put light pressure on it, but it certainly is odd. Hmm. I'll keep an eye on it. He goes back for his booster shots in a little over a week. If it's still there, I'll have the vet check it out.

*side note* He's so darned snuggly at night. I was just out on the porch swing with HT in my lap. He buried his head hard in the crook of my arm, purring at full volume. I felt so damned guilty having to come inside. Yes, I know it's silly. Night time is when he goes a' hunting bears and deer and basilisks and the frumious Bandersnatch. But I can't help thinking he'd rather snug up next to us and sleep the sleep of the well and truly skritched. *addendum* Just went back out to the gym (again: feeling guilty) and we played with a toy tied to the end of a string. Tom is so darned adorable; it's like he's had to learn how to play all over again, and now that he's got the hang of it he's so very proud of himself.

In other news, I had a day. A long, exhausting marathon of a day that ended in a drive-by bunny feeding and teaching the earlier evening class to only two people (two of my favorite people :)).

Tomorrow's all about finding ways to use too-large zucchini (don't. just... don't.), washing/drying/folding/putting away laundry, scheduling doctor's appointments and discouraging HT from trekking through Mordor.
 
 
 
araquenaraquen on August 1st, 2008 10:17 am (UTC)
Sometimes cats develop fatty tumors which, iirc, are mostly harmless unless they become infected). My mom once had a cat that was bare-bones scrawny except for the fatty tumor. If we had lolcat back in the day, it would have been: fat distribution: you're doing it wrong!

However, as HT is an outdoor cat, it would still be wise to have it checked out.
Rennierengirlie87 on August 5th, 2008 02:21 am (UTC)
too large zucchini....typically only good for zucchini bread.

my dad likes to garden too. our zucchinis often resemble baseball bats. make a bunch, and bring it into work. or drop it by the local school, teachers are ALWAYS hungry