29 July, 2007
Simon Sunday: Collared
As you might have noticed in this photo and last week's Simon Sunday, Simon is sporting some new BLING. After Gwen's cat, Memo, went missing for an entire month I decided that Simon and Billie would start wearing their collars again because if either one of them went missing like that, I'd be dead from a broken heart after 30 days.
Simon pretty much took to wearing the collar like a trooper this time (he hated it before, but the tag I used to have on there was way too large). Billie, on the other hand, was Completely Pissed Off. When I first put the collar on her two weeks ago, she would storm off in a huff any time the tag clanked against the side of the food or water bowl. Anyone who knows Miss Billie knows that she would actually starve herself to death, JUST TO MAKE HER POINT. I took the collar off and decided I'd try again the following weekend, since I was taking an extra day off and would be around to make sure she ate.
So last weekend, in the midst of all the Harry Potter excitement, I put her collar back on. This time she seemed, well not exactly OK with it, but more or less resigned to having to wear it. I thought maybe we had turned the corner and she would accept the collar like Simon did.
HOW STUPID AM I?
(Don't bother answering...)
Billie declared war. Sunday morning, in the early hours, she peed on the couch; coincidentally in the same exact spot I had been sitting while reading Harry Potter just a few hours before. Then she did it again a couple of days later. When she was satisfied that neither I nor Simon could sit on the couch because it was now soaking in Nature's Miracle, she started working her Black Magic (well, I guess, technically it's not black...oh never mind) on my bed! Rapidly running out of places to sit and/or sleep (the only thing that saved my computer chair is the fact that it is her new Favourite Sleeping Place), I removed the collar.
We are--ever slowly--restoring peace to the household. At some point I'll get Billie microchipped (Simon was chipped when I took him to his first vet visit when he was a kitten) but, considering she hasn't had any desire to wander outside in nearly six years, it just isn't worth the stress it was causing to keep the collar on her. Thankfully, Simon isn't one to declare a jihad when life doesn't go to his exact specifications and, for Billie, the plus side to him wearing a collar is that she can now hear him stalking her.
Labels: Billie, cats, furkids, Simon, Simon Sunday
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