Stan's story
Stanley came to me via an ex. We have been together for 3 years now and he is undoubtedly my 'problem child.'
His problems list- in order of least to most severe- as follows:
Drooling. Stan is a drooler. His 'puddle' rivals mine on the sheets when fumbling to turn of an a.m. alarm. Should Stan nap in your lap- be prepared.
Turrets. Stanley will, without warning- bite the shit out you. Seemingly unable to control his ability to contain his excitement when being held, pet, or attended to- he will show his own brand of love. Not necessarily hard, unless you're attempting medicate said syndrome- as in the the punctured nail tragedy of January '07. It's healed fine thank you- I finally lost the nail a few weeks ago. Stan has also proven to have what appears to be- as of late- a chatty disposition which are more 'chirps' that 'meows.'
Asthma. While seasonal changes cause more 'wheezing'- he pretty much does it all the time. Scary to newcomers, Stan assumes the position that gives you the impression that he's about to hork something up. He simply wheezes his way through it, rolls to his side, and then looks at you as if to say--- what?
Allergies. Stanley suffers most in the spring and this coupled with Anxiety causes him to lick uncontrollably and consequently loose most of the hair on his arms, belly, and a good portion of his legs. The bonus of being cooler in temperature (ONLY!) is a detraction from his then accentuated pot-belly appearance.
Visitor: "uh, is that a cat or some kind of pig?"
M.I.A.: "screw off, he's got special needs."
Visitor: "I see that."
While all these give Stanley a lasting impression for those that get the pleasure of meeting him- his most recent ailment has me saddened. Cataracts. I have noticed for a few weeks he has been a bit jumpy- easily startled if I 'sneak' up on him- puffing up with whats left of his hair. I had also noticed that he is more 'chirpy' lately- usually squawking until I answer him. I noticed that when I was in the kitchen and both cats were sitting at the edge of the carpet- awaiting a drop of something that won't eat anyway- the light from the window revealed that both eyes- although one worse than the other- have haze that his brother's do not.
Stan- with all his problems- is still my beloved pet. He's always quick to show affection with his teeth on your skin and has kept the vacuum employed. I am sorry to see that he soon can't.
This is the bitter of a sweet relationship in pet care giving- choosing to be there to the dark end. I'm sure he'll get more cranky and I'll keep the furniture in the same places to avoid any surprise run-ins.
Sweet Stan--- I love you.
His problems list- in order of least to most severe- as follows:
Drooling. Stan is a drooler. His 'puddle' rivals mine on the sheets when fumbling to turn of an a.m. alarm. Should Stan nap in your lap- be prepared.
Turrets. Stanley will, without warning- bite the shit out you. Seemingly unable to control his ability to contain his excitement when being held, pet, or attended to- he will show his own brand of love. Not necessarily hard, unless you're attempting medicate said syndrome- as in the the punctured nail tragedy of January '07. It's healed fine thank you- I finally lost the nail a few weeks ago. Stan has also proven to have what appears to be- as of late- a chatty disposition which are more 'chirps' that 'meows.'
Asthma. While seasonal changes cause more 'wheezing'- he pretty much does it all the time. Scary to newcomers, Stan assumes the position that gives you the impression that he's about to hork something up. He simply wheezes his way through it, rolls to his side, and then looks at you as if to say--- what?
Allergies. Stanley suffers most in the spring and this coupled with Anxiety causes him to lick uncontrollably and consequently loose most of the hair on his arms, belly, and a good portion of his legs. The bonus of being cooler in temperature (ONLY!) is a detraction from his then accentuated pot-belly appearance.
Visitor: "uh, is that a cat or some kind of pig?"
M.I.A.: "screw off, he's got special needs."
Visitor: "I see that."
While all these give Stanley a lasting impression for those that get the pleasure of meeting him- his most recent ailment has me saddened. Cataracts. I have noticed for a few weeks he has been a bit jumpy- easily startled if I 'sneak' up on him- puffing up with whats left of his hair. I had also noticed that he is more 'chirpy' lately- usually squawking until I answer him. I noticed that when I was in the kitchen and both cats were sitting at the edge of the carpet- awaiting a drop of something that won't eat anyway- the light from the window revealed that both eyes- although one worse than the other- have haze that his brother's do not.
Stan- with all his problems- is still my beloved pet. He's always quick to show affection with his teeth on your skin and has kept the vacuum employed. I am sorry to see that he soon can't.
This is the bitter of a sweet relationship in pet care giving- choosing to be there to the dark end. I'm sure he'll get more cranky and I'll keep the furniture in the same places to avoid any surprise run-ins.
Sweet Stan--- I love you.
Sorry to hear about Stan's newest ailment. He's a tough old cat I'm sure it will only add to his interesting character and sweet disposition. Smooches.
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