I was talking on the phone with my sis a while back and I mentioned something about Whiskey. And her response was, "Wait, Whiskey's in Eugene with you guys? I thought you left her in Moscow?" I have to admit I felt a little bit guilty about that. Apparently I haven't written a single post about our furry feline since Lucy was born. So here is proof that Whiskey is, in fact, still alive and living with us in Eugene:
In Whiskey's opinion, her life took a turn for the worse about 5 and a half months ago, and has been spiraling downwards ever since. First there was the arrival of the noisy, hairless second pet on October 15th. Suddenly our laps and attentions were occupied by someone other than her, and that was disconcerting enough.
But then, to make matters worse, one day we shoved her into the back of a car (her least favorite place on earth), drove 10 hours, and dumped her in a completely unfamiliar place, announcing it was her new "home". Gone were the days of going in and out of the house whenever she wanted. She is now stuck on the second floor of an apartment complex, with only a small balcony as her access to the outside world.
Are you feeling sorry for our kitty yet? I hope so, this post is my cathartic way of getting all my guilt out there in the open. I'm certainly feeling a lot better now that other people can feel her pain. But there has been a bright spot in these dark days. There is no longer a constant fear in the back of her mind that she's going to get shanked by my parent's cat in her sleep. And in Whiskey's mind, that is a decent trade-off. So while Lucy may have taken center-stage, Whiskey will always be our favorite little kitten.
In Whiskey's opinion, her life took a turn for the worse about 5 and a half months ago, and has been spiraling downwards ever since. First there was the arrival of the noisy, hairless second pet on October 15th. Suddenly our laps and attentions were occupied by someone other than her, and that was disconcerting enough. 
But then, to make matters worse, one day we shoved her into the back of a car (her least favorite place on earth), drove 10 hours, and dumped her in a completely unfamiliar place, announcing it was her new "home". Gone were the days of going in and out of the house whenever she wanted. She is now stuck on the second floor of an apartment complex, with only a small balcony as her access to the outside world. 
Are you feeling sorry for our kitty yet? I hope so, this post is my cathartic way of getting all my guilt out there in the open. I'm certainly feeling a lot better now that other people can feel her pain. But there has been a bright spot in these dark days. There is no longer a constant fear in the back of her mind that she's going to get shanked by my parent's cat in her sleep. And in Whiskey's mind, that is a decent trade-off. So while Lucy may have taken center-stage, Whiskey will always be our favorite little kitten.
2 comments:
Hahahaha! Poor Whiskers... But yes - at least no more hissing-through-the-glass-door fights. :)
PS - Officially coveting the camera! :)
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