"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...




Sunday

A problem.

So right now my writer’s block has been getting UTI’s. Both literally and figuratively.



Tomaz the cat has never been one to complain. He was found on the streets as a Tom (unneutered male) in a small Wisconsin town almost ten years ago. He was at a kill shelter when we first met; however, he kept “accidentally” missing the “deadline” (now you know where THAT term comes from) due to his friendly nature. Nobody wants to kill the most friendly cat in the world. And he was friendly. Crafty friendly. So we adopted and neutered him. We thought that would take care of the “crafty” part.

There was something about his attitude (he didn’t try to hurt me) and his size (I was pretty sure he could kill larger than breadbox rodents) that I liked. Ten hour drives back and forth to the house in Montana the first two years we lived together didn’t phase him. His first large adorable but hard to kill chinchilla-looking packrat didn’t phase him. His survival as a wildfire victim, which was documented here, didn’t phase him either. And Isabella the queen cat’s timely death didn’t phase him.  So certainly adopting Georgy, the girly kitty wouldn't phase him- we thought.

But all in all, Tomaz is tough. I love him for his toughness.  You want to part of feral’s family; you have to be tough.

Sometimes that affects communication though.


So last month when I woke up to a warm cat pee soaking and a big cat straddling my hip akin to some foreign fetish film shit, there he was, letting me know in his own special way he had a problem.

Like I said, sometimes you have to do big tough things to get my attention.  


This caught my attention.  




We set up his sick ward in the bathroom downstairs and proceeded to go through the kitty cat health checklist. He has plenty of water: check. He has a can of moist food along with his top of the line dry food three times a week: check.  The boxes are clean: check.  His stress level: 
   
Well, my stress level sucks at times, but I refuse to take it to the pee fetish level. Maybe the shopping at all costs level, or let’s spa for a week level, but for Tomaz, it's obvious we cannot check off his bodily function stress level.  He is stressed, distressed, needing more attention.  Too bad cats can’t just drink margaritas with you and chill.  Ernest Hemingway might have been onto something, but we will never know, will we, unless I can convince Mr. Foresterman to let me try. But then Tomaz doesn’t have six toes...

I digress. 

Always.


So back to Tomaz.  This is a problem.  And it has everything to do with Georgy.


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part 2 coming up. when i get to it, pfft.

And yes, im wearing a dress in this picture.



8 comments:

  1. Oh, poor Tomaz. I guess it is true you only pee on the one you love. Forget that it sounds weird but I cannot delete don't ask why.
    Tomaz has been through so much and has come through it like a champ. I hope it is not jealousy of Georgy. I think the margaritas thing for both would have them sharing and loving whatever is going on together or at the very least not care. I do like the dress crossbow look on the ninja girl. Stress reliever well now, that is one for sure. Give Tomaz a nice snuggle for me. It will work out. Hugs B

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  2. So good to see a post pop up from my friend from MT. So sorry for Sir Tomaz. Might want to get him checked out by a vet. Geezer cats can have all kind of urinary tract problems...kinda like people geezers. Lots of birthdays means your still alive but not always running on all cylinders. >:-p

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  3. As a huge, now worried, Tomaz fan I hope you don't make us wait too long to hear that he's okay!

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  4. Oh, Tomaz - baby! I am also a huge Tomaz fan, as he is just the most together, coolest cat EVER. They deal with stress in different ways, but yes. Peeing is the fastest, most sure-fired way to get our attention. I hope that he and Georgy can work things out.

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  5. If only he could talk! Getting old stinks sometimes...literally, I guess. ;) I guess kids sometimes digress too, when they get a sibling. Hopefully it's a short lived problem!

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  6. Oh, Tomaz, you will be ok, won't you? It sounds like a protest pee, but then maybe he's got a UTI or something.... Let hope the cats work it out. Soo good to hear from you, sorry I didn't send something back. But maybe, in time.... Life has been a bit crazy. It's also so good to see you here, on your blog, where you are always fabulous.

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  7. Care to share what the first word out of your mouth was when you woke up to the unfortunate pee soaking?! 😆 Hoping all is well with Tomaz.

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I am feral, so although I dont respond at all like most domesticated bloggers, I will try my best - Thank you for even wanting to leave a comment, as it may draw me out from the woods from whence I came!

Or under a rock, it depends most days...