aw, poor Mike. If it's just going to be another day or 2 just keep him at
home. But we will purr and pray that it isn't too traumatic for him. At
least he'll know he's at home and can be rescued when you get back home. I
hate putting Jazz at TED's or at a boarding place because he might think
we;ve abandoned him.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Okay, I *wasn't* going to post about this, but Mike has had such a
rough day today and will have another tomorrow, so I figure I'd better
ask for some purrs. It seems like every time I start a new thread,
it's a purr request, sheesh.

We have had major, major plumbing issues here - we haven't had hot
water in a week, though for *most* of the week, we have had cold
water. Frequently, said cold water has been overflowing from every
outlet and spreading itself all over the floor. Now, if ever there's
a time and place for cold showers, it's August in south Georgia, but
still, it's getting old. We have had a plumber in the house every
single day since last Saturday, and after much commotion and to-do, he
narrowed down the problem and today started running new pipes to
replace the appx. 60-year old galvanized pipes which have apparently
commited some sort of elaborate ritual suicide in my walls. (Yes,
that's right - he was good enough to come on Saturday *and* Sunday. I
love my plumber.)

This has meant that Mike has had to be imprisoned in the spare
bedroom, where his litterbox lives, while there is lots of coming and
going and banging and drilling elsewhere in the house. All of this is
mostly being done by strangermonsters, while Mom and Dad are at work,
and he is left all alone and unable even to investigate, much less
supervise to be sure the job is done properly. You can imagine how he
feels.

Mike has never, ever been a cuddly sort of cat and very rarely likes
to be held, certainly not when there are interesting things going on
elsewhere. This afternoon, though, after I got home from work, I was
holding him while talking to the plumber in the hallway, with the
plumber's helper busting up the bathroom tile a few feet away. Mikey
ignored all the activity, wrapped his front legs around my neck, put
his head on my shoulder, and *stayed* like that. I felt sooo bad for
him - he must have really had an awful day to need this much
reassurance and love from mom, whose love usually gets taken quite for
granted.

So please, if you could, send a few purrs Mikey's way - he is going to
have a very similar day tomorrow, poor little guy. I figure closing
him up here is better than boarding him at TED for the day, which is
the alternative, since we can't be here to keep an eye on him while
the plumbers go in and out and leave the door standing open and power
tools, etc. lying about.

The odd purr that we can have hot water and are able to flush the
toilet and use the washing machine on the very same day without any
major flooding would be appreciated, also. It's become obvious to me
during the time we've lived here that this house was originally
plumbed by an escapee from a facility for the criminally insane. ;-)

------
Krista

PS: While standing in the hallway as mentioned above, I was able to
give a mini-lecture to the plumber on declawing. Fortunately, TED had
talked him out of it, but he was yet another person who didn't realize
declawing was a *bad thing*. I can't understand, really, why this
isn't more widely known. Sigh.