I slept around a lot in January. Yeah, I know, I could have perfected my pitch. Or spell checking my synopsis. But instead I had the pleasure of spending a few weeks with Koko the Arthritic Calico, Kacie the Cockapoo – whose adorable snoring can wake the dead, Buster the Scottish Fold who’s more like a furry “Little Buddha” and his pal Dolly. Dolly is a rare breed of cat. As well as mastering the art of purring, demanding attention and jumping on your lap if you’re trying to read, she has a head fetish.
Yes, you read that right. I had moved in to Buster and Dolly’s home for a weekend while their human companion’s were away. We were settling down to a “Bones” marathon when I felt two paws on my head. I didn’t think much about it. And then the nooshling, massaging and licking began. Still, I didn’t mind. I wasn’t going anywhere – what’s a little cat spittle among friends? Besides, I’ve known Buster and Dolly for about a year and they both have me firmly wrapped around their paws.
I would have allowed her to backcomb me into a beehive with half a can of Aqua Net if she wanted to. But Dolly Scizzorpaws had other plans. Apparently all the nooshling and massage wasn’t her tapping into a past life experience as a hairdresser. It was an attempt to tenderize. Dolly wasn’t prepping me for a Little Kitty Hair Show. She was treating my scalp like a piece of Kobe beef.
I didn’t realize this until she tried to sink two fangs into my now very tenderized scalp. Fortunately I have a hard head and she didn’t draw blood.
And that’s what happened to January. While pretty much the entire population of Palo Alto and its environs took off for parts unknown, I remained behind to make sure cats were fed, litter boxes cleaned, dogs were walked and poop was – um – responsibly disposed of.
But now I’m home. Surrounded by my “things” and finding my way back to Routine.