Rudy knew she wasn’t paranoid. The humans were out to get her. First on Saturday, Mommy had taken her to Tibet, and she’d received more shots than the other two cats combined. And then on Tuesday, the Daddy had scooped her up, shoved her into the cat carrier and driven her off to Tibet, only to abandon her there. It was bad enough going to Tibet, but at least Mommy or Daddy would be there with her, but Daddy just put down the carrier by the desk, had a brief conversation with someone and then just – left. Well, admittedly he did tell Rudy that he’d be back for her later, and that she’d be fine, but he left her there. In Tibet. With the man who liked to torture cats. What worse fate was there?
Rudy had cowered in her carrier for what seemed like hours, but probably wasn’t. Then she was hauled out of the carrier by That Man and plonked on the table. He held her down and stuck yet another needle in her nether quarters. After that, her memory got very fuzzy. She remembered yowling at him, “Let go of me. I’m going to shred your hands for giving me another shot,” but then things got confused and she didn’t remember anything clearly. The next thing she knew, she heard the Daddy’s voice again, and she was back in her carrier. Her brain didn’t feel like it was quite connected to her skull, and her mouth hurt like anything. This wasn’t how she felt when she came here, and it wasn’t like she’d felt any time before when she’d been to Tibet.
Daddy picked up the carrier and brought her out to the truck. The drive home was torture. She was dizzy and couldn’t control her legs, so every time Daddy turned a corner she just slid around in the carrier. Finally they arrived home and Daddy brought her into the kitchen. When he opened the carrier she tried to bolt, but couldn’t. She wobbled her way out, slowly. “What did he do to me? I’m crippled for life and my mouth hurts so bad I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat again.”
When Daddy tried to soothe her, she tried to scratch him, but kind of fell over when she couldn’t balance on three paws. Luckily she was already on the floor, so it was more like she just fell on her side a bit. He backed away, telling her that she’d feel better within a couple hours. She had sincerely doubted it at the time, but by dark she was feeling much better. The mouth was still a little sore, but nothing seemed to be missing. The gums around the tops of her teeth were just ouchy. She tried eating squishy food very carefully and found her mouth to be working fine. She could walk pretty well, also, but her balance was a bit off. She decided not to run or jump, as she wouldn’t know if she’d get to her desired destination.
When Peep came in to eat, Rudy described her ordeal. Peep replied, “Well, that’s better than what I’d heard on Saturday. They were talking about pulling two of your teeth, and it sounds like you still have them all. That’s something to be glad about, isn’t it?” Rudy growled at her, and would have swatted her if she thought she could do it without falling over. She decided this dizziness was the pits, and suddenly had some sympathy for the yarn lady, who was dizzy all the time.
By the next morning Rudy was totally back to normal, at least physically. Emotionally she was a bit of a wreck. Every time she heard a noise she was convinced that it was the Daddy and he was going to grab her and take her to Tibet. He’d tried to pet her, and she growled at him, “Move it or lose it,” and when he didn’t back off fast enough, she nailed his hand. It wasn’t even enough to break the skin, but she didn’t want to let him close enough to grab her. She spent the rest of the day outdoors, and not in her usual spot on the walkway. She hid beyond the edge of the trees, figuring she’d see the Daddy before he could catch her. She only went in to eat when he was away from the house. She was taking no chances.
This morning LT had told her to get over herself when she asked him to check and make sure Daddy wasn’t hiding somewhere in the house. She hadn’t seen him leave and didn’t want to take any chances, even though the big truck was gone.
Rudy told LT and then Peep that she was sure he’d just grab her and take her to Tibet again. If not today, then tomorrow, or sometime soon. Both Peep and LT shook their heads, but didn’t try to argue with Rudy. Rudy thought that meant they agreed with her, but actually they’d just decided they shouldn’t try to argue with a delusional cat.
Rudy had cowered in her carrier for what seemed like hours, but probably wasn’t. Then she was hauled out of the carrier by That Man and plonked on the table. He held her down and stuck yet another needle in her nether quarters. After that, her memory got very fuzzy. She remembered yowling at him, “Let go of me. I’m going to shred your hands for giving me another shot,” but then things got confused and she didn’t remember anything clearly. The next thing she knew, she heard the Daddy’s voice again, and she was back in her carrier. Her brain didn’t feel like it was quite connected to her skull, and her mouth hurt like anything. This wasn’t how she felt when she came here, and it wasn’t like she’d felt any time before when she’d been to Tibet.
Daddy picked up the carrier and brought her out to the truck. The drive home was torture. She was dizzy and couldn’t control her legs, so every time Daddy turned a corner she just slid around in the carrier. Finally they arrived home and Daddy brought her into the kitchen. When he opened the carrier she tried to bolt, but couldn’t. She wobbled her way out, slowly. “What did he do to me? I’m crippled for life and my mouth hurts so bad I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat again.”
When Daddy tried to soothe her, she tried to scratch him, but kind of fell over when she couldn’t balance on three paws. Luckily she was already on the floor, so it was more like she just fell on her side a bit. He backed away, telling her that she’d feel better within a couple hours. She had sincerely doubted it at the time, but by dark she was feeling much better. The mouth was still a little sore, but nothing seemed to be missing. The gums around the tops of her teeth were just ouchy. She tried eating squishy food very carefully and found her mouth to be working fine. She could walk pretty well, also, but her balance was a bit off. She decided not to run or jump, as she wouldn’t know if she’d get to her desired destination.
When Peep came in to eat, Rudy described her ordeal. Peep replied, “Well, that’s better than what I’d heard on Saturday. They were talking about pulling two of your teeth, and it sounds like you still have them all. That’s something to be glad about, isn’t it?” Rudy growled at her, and would have swatted her if she thought she could do it without falling over. She decided this dizziness was the pits, and suddenly had some sympathy for the yarn lady, who was dizzy all the time.
By the next morning Rudy was totally back to normal, at least physically. Emotionally she was a bit of a wreck. Every time she heard a noise she was convinced that it was the Daddy and he was going to grab her and take her to Tibet. He’d tried to pet her, and she growled at him, “Move it or lose it,” and when he didn’t back off fast enough, she nailed his hand. It wasn’t even enough to break the skin, but she didn’t want to let him close enough to grab her. She spent the rest of the day outdoors, and not in her usual spot on the walkway. She hid beyond the edge of the trees, figuring she’d see the Daddy before he could catch her. She only went in to eat when he was away from the house. She was taking no chances.
This morning LT had told her to get over herself when she asked him to check and make sure Daddy wasn’t hiding somewhere in the house. She hadn’t seen him leave and didn’t want to take any chances, even though the big truck was gone.
Rudy told LT and then Peep that she was sure he’d just grab her and take her to Tibet again. If not today, then tomorrow, or sometime soon. Both Peep and LT shook their heads, but didn’t try to argue with Rudy. Rudy thought that meant they agreed with her, but actually they’d just decided they shouldn’t try to argue with a delusional cat.
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