Roxilla

I Am Emo, yes I am indeed

Gosh, I’d just about stopped thinking of Sonic and his self-mutilation when he starts kicking his head open again the other day. He’d even been getting attention for something kinda of clever – his ability to jump on top of and chill on top of the bathroom door. I say kinda clever because he’s too stupid to know when the door is open or not, and he has managed to try and jump onto a closed door at least once that I’m aware of. Oh and then Tiger has a thing about closing doors, and as the bathroom door is the only one without a door stop, you can imagine the fun and games he has when Sonic is on top of it. Fun times.

Anyway, so with all this good cat vibes and all, I was sort of lulled into a false sense of normalcy. Now the emo cat is re-funneled again, which has the instant effect of rendering him totally incapable of walking a few steps without having to lie down in a pathetic heap. Then he had to sit on my lap, while I was trying to finish the last pages of a project. Which would have been hard enough if he hadn’t lost all his muscle tone too all of a sudden. The worst though is that if I don’t pick him up or fuss over him, he sits just out of reach and compulsively licks the inside of the funnel. Eventually I put him under the duvet, and that seemed to work. Sheesh, and to think he was totally fine (well aside from his scabs) just a few hours ago.

Oh well, it’s off the vet we go on the weekend. His pet prozac are almost out anyway, so I guess at least his timing was good. Maybe I should look into cat shrinks too while I’m there.