Saturday, January 29, 2011

What about Bob?



Yesterday Bob and I both got our stitches out. I had gone in with an A.M. appointment. The Dr. told me that the tumor was larger than he had anticipated, a bit larger than an egg. I guess one never knows until they get right down to surgery. Anyway after the stitches were removed he told me to still take it easy and not stretch so much with my back. Also the fact that they had also found a polyp, that I have to go back in 5 years to do a colonoscopy then. I guess normally it is every 10 if all is well.

Bob's appointment was in the afternoon and they told me to come between 1 and 3:30 before they closed. To give myself some lead time, I started to get him ready to go at 1. Remember he is a feral cat? Remember he is still under my bed? Before I could coax him out by running the vacuum cleaner where he would run out and be trapped in the bathroom and when he would run around the enclosed litter box, there would be a cage on the other side he could run into and I shut the door. Walla! Well, Bob had learned that trick twice and he didn't budge with the vacuum cleaner. He knew how far he could go to get away from that thing. O.K. so now what? I had a yard stick and poked under there hoping it would get him moving, but no dice! I was able to pet him with the yard stick though. Remember the Dr. told me to take it easy and not stretch so much? Well, here I am alone trying to get Bob to cooperate and that wasn't happening! I took the mattress off of my bed and put it up against the wall and then took off the box spring thinking he would run into the bathroom. Well wrong again! He found a dresser to crawl behind. So now said dresser is pulled away and he runs behind another dresser. O.K. second dresser to move and back behind the first dresser. Now not fun at all! O.K. he is facing south so I put the kennel cage at the north end and then I go to the south side to chase him in. This time it worked! YEAH! BUT now the obstacle was to carry this big kennel outside, down the steps and into the back of the mountaineer. I wrestled it down and out. By now I can feel that I should not have done any of this to my back, but what's a person alone doing it going to do? Well, I made it to the vet in time and the vet tech had to cover him up to keep him from scratching her. As they removed the stitches, I realized that his little bottom was really square instead of rounded after they amputated his tail! I rather chuckled and with him being yellow, I couldn't help but think to nick name him Sponge Bob Square Pants! lol Bob is now under the bed again. I shall let him rest up from his ordeal and when we get a break in the weather, will let him go outside. Would hate to see him freeze his hind end off ....ah well, not that he has anything much left but hopefully his fur will grow quickly to cover.



In the mean time, Bisky is doing a bed side watch over Bob.

As for me, I quit wrestling furniture for awhile and on to working on my resolution for this year. Remember one of the items on my list was to hem up all of my pants in my closet? Well hubby got the idea that I need to do it for all of his too, so between the 2 of us, I have 22 pair to do! I resolve to do at least 2 pair each time I sit to sew and perhaps I shall have them all done in a month? Fingers crossed I get them finished and can cross them off of my ever long lists of have to dos! At least I don't have to do Sponge Bob's Square Pants! It's marked as "mended"!

15 comments:

Pattyskypants said...

Oh, CRAP!! You are so lucky, woman, that you did not injure yourself!! ISH! Bob, unfortunate about the new "nickname." (heeee heee heee!) Wanda, try to be good to yourself. We love you! xxoo Patty & Bhu

Ohhh Snap said...

Yikes, what an adventure. Bob is lucky to have you in his corner though. You are fortunate his pants don't need heming lol. Here's hoping you have a quiet evening!

Gabriela said...

HAHAHHAHH, These things only happen to you!
Well, I am talking about the funny cat ones.....

Mary Helen-Art Saves Lives said...

You have been down a bumpy bumpy road...take care of each other ...tomorrow is another day to play cat games. Peace, mary helen

Spirited Earth said...

that's a lot of stretching your not supposed to do..glad you and the cat were ok..
he must be very stubborn if tuna in the crate wouldn't lure him .
good luck with your hemming project.

Lisa Fibers Creations said...

Wanda you poor baby, I hope you have not hurt your self trying to help mend Bob.... What a fiasco, sounds like you need won of those poles the animal catcher has. or maybe toss a blanket over the little stinker... love ya...Lisa

Feather on a Wire said...

You MUST look after you! And why do you need 22 pairs of pants? Curious minds want to know, or perhaps we don't, lols.

NEEDLEWINGS said...

lol no, I don't need 22 pairs of pants Or maybe I should? Actually 14 pair are my husbands and half of them my SIL gave to him and he's a bit taller. So that means that 8 pair are actually mine. I was getting down to 6 pair and 3 of them are my favorites that are pretty well shot! I don't think stretch jeans last as long, but I love them! I have 3 pair of others that are sweat pants, but didn't count them in the mix. ha

Boom said...

I can't help it....I am laughing about the bed thing....have been there SO many times. One time my husband had to dismantle a king size bed in a motel so that we could retrieve our calico. I'm glad that you didn't hurt yourself.

Ragamuffin Gal said...

You are such a hoot ~ love your sense of humor and the way you care for your fur family! ~ Katie

Esme said...

I hope that you are healing nicely. Thank goodness you did not injure yourself. The story is rather funny and we have all been there.

My cat is ashtmatic and sometimes hides under the bed -I try to give her the inhaler before I put on my suit and often times am under the bed showered with makeup in my undies try to coax her out.

Gale said...

Ah...I miss having cats. (Allergic husband).

Speaking of that husband, who's the reason I'm in Texas, well, when he was a kid he talks about driving out to see family every Christmas, like you. Never planned to move out here, but somehow it happened. :-)

Thanks so much for your lovely comment on my OHOW post at Texifornia. :-)

Lisa Nelson's Art said...

LOL, I'm sorry for all you had to go through but I can't help but laugh having two ferals of my own. I KNOW how impossible they are to get into carriers and can completely relate to your story. Hope you and Bob are doing better!

Liverpool Lou (Anne) said...

OMG this is hilarious - well apart from you having to move mountains more or less to get Bob into the basket when in an ideal world you really ought not to have been doing! You see cats really are intelligent :-) Spnge Bob Square Pants eh? hahahaha
Anne xx

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