Eventually, the only thing left in the bowl will be the toy.
You’ll have to help him get it out and put it somewhere to dry.
When Benjamin realizes his front paws are soaked,
he will want to dry them off.
While you go and search for a towel,
Benjamin will try to lick the water from his paws.
When that seems like it is taking too long,
he will decide to dry them on the rug.
Benjamin will run in circles around the dining room table as fast as he can.
When he can’t run one more step,
he will collapse in a heap.
Exhausted from all this exercise,
Benjamin’s stomach will probably start to growl.
If his stomach starts to growl,
Benjamin Bunny will most definitely want another treat.
And the cycle will continue again….and again….and again…
This post is a written in the format of If You Give A Moose A Muffin by Laura Joffe Numeroff. I felt like I was living the basic concept of the book while experiencing the events described above. Thus, the inspiration for this post was born.
Until next time, remember...
Shallow men believe in luck or in circumstance. Strong men believe in cause and effect. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
Recently, the repairs to the inside of my house finally began to take place. I was extremely excited until I found out that I - along with Gracie, Benjamin Bunny, and my husband - would be confined to the upstairs master bedroom and its adjoining bath for at least a week while areas of drywall were ripped out and replaced downstairs. As cozy as that may sound, my two feline friends were not thrilled about their involuntary confinement.
In an effort to make them more comfortable, I converted the upstairs master bedroom into a feline funhouse of sorts. I arranged climbing towers, crinkly tunnels, hidey houses, and a variety of small toys around the room. The litter box was set up opposite the toilet (a judgment error to be described in detail in a later post), and the water/food bowls were placed on the floor near the entrance to the master bathroom.
I stayed with my feline friends as much as possible during the day, shooting hairbands across the room for Gracie to chase and tossing mylar balls in the air for Bunny to catch. This seemed to go over well and keep everyone happy...until the accidental escape.
Several days into the confinement, Gracie figured out how to position herself so that she could scoot between the legs of the next person to open the bedroom door. Before the victim knew what had happened, she was out of the bedroom and scurrying down the hall towards the stairs.
Up until the escape, Gracie didn't really know the full extent of the reconstruction occurring on the first floor of the house. Consequently, it was quite a shock for her when she discovered that a humongous plastic barricade had been built in the center of the dining room blocking any access to her favorite window.
Gracie went into a panic and flew back into the bedroom where she proceeded to simultaneously shed and vomit. Her nerves were shot. It was time to call the vet. An appointment was quickly made, and Gracie's carrier retrieved from its hiding place in the closet.
Now in the past, Gracie has always cooperated with the staff at our Veterinary Clinic. She sheds a bit but never puts up a fight when it comes to being examined. Benjamin Bunny, on the other hand, is the one with the reputation for hiding in his carrier and howling like he is being tortured before anyone even touches him.
So, I was completely unprepared for Gracie's outburst when I removed her from the carrier in the examination room. She clawed her way up my shoulder, wrapped her tail around my left arm like a boa constrictor, and began hissing angrily into my left ear. It is amazing how loud a small cat's hiss can seem when it is occurring mere centimeters from your eardrum. Needless to say, I was relieved when the vet tech entered the room and announced it was time to get Gracie's vitals.
Watching me try to disentangle myself from a furious ball of fluffed out fur must have alarmed the young vet tech because she quickly called for backup. It took both of them to remove Gracie from my shoulder and get her on the scale. I was sure that her weight was going to be double since her tail was now puffed up at least three times its normal size.
Next, the brave young vet techs decided to try and take Gracie's temperature. I suggested that they wait for my vet, but no one listened. They rethought their decision after Gracie let out a "Where the Wild Things Are" snarl and snapped her teeth in all directions. Before I realized what was happening, Gracie was back on my shoulder hissing away while the two vet techs went in search of the vet.
Time is a funny thing. When you are having fun, it goes by so fast. But when your feline friend is digging her claws deep into your shoulder blade, it moves incredibly slowly. I know it was just a few minutes between the vet techs leaving the room and the vet entering, but it seemed like a lifetime.
I wish I could say Gracie calmed down once my vet arrived, but that would be a lie. She still had a little more temper tantrum left in her. Lucky for me, my vet is one of the calmest individuals I have ever met - and a temperamental cat owner herself. It took probably 15 to 20 minutes for my vet to get Gracie to calm down enough to be examined without incurring injury to fingers or arms. Somehow, she was even able to take Gracie's temperature at the end. Personally, I think Gracie was too tired to fight back anymore. I know I was exhausted by the experience.
In order to help Gracie feel less threatened by the painters, it was suggested that I get a Feliway diffuser for the master bedroom. I did, and I am happy to announce that it has helped immensely. Hopefully, it will help so much that I can put enough time between vet visits that Gracie's hissy fit becomes a distant memory - at least in my mind anyway.
Until next time, remember...
Tantrums are not bad behavior. Tantrums are an expression of emotion that became too much for the [cat] to bear. No punishment is required. What your child needs is compassion and safe, loving arms to unload in.” - Rebecca Eanes