Hello, wonderful supporters of Boots!

Our boy is doing just fine. You know how I’ve commented many times about Boots’ great love of sleep, and his ability to snooze during all the comings and going through his residence, the Tabby’s Place lobby. Well, this is what one of our volunteers said recently: “Whenever I’ve seen Boots lately, he’s been curled up in a nook or cranny somewhere – the fuzzy cube on the floor, the enclosed level of the cat tree. And he’s always curled in a classic cat pose, so deeply asleep that he barely recognizes that I’m petting him.”

When I visited him yesterday, though, he was – surprise, surprise – awake! He was crated for the evening and looked quite content on a perch. So, not being a veterinarian, or a physician, I have my own diagnosis for Boots: narcolepsy. According to trusty Wikipedia, “Narcolepsy is a chronic sleep disorder, or dyssomnia, characterized by excessive sleepiness and sleep attacks at inappropriate times, such as while at work.” Well, you could say our boy’s work is greeting visitors, hence my diagnosis!

Apparently, the one moment all month when Boots wasn’t comatose was when he got his blood pressure checked. In fact, he was far from comatose, he was outright angry! Was it Gunther? Gingko? The nerve of a human to disturb him? It’s not clear what raised Boots’ ire, but it was enough to send his BP through the roof! We’ll be rechecking his numbers again soon, hopefully during one of his more relaxed moments. Which, as I mentioned, are numerous!

Thanks again for your caring and generous support of our little Rip Van Winkle!