Dear Boots sponsors,
Our handsome tuxedo boy wanted me to let you know that he enjoyed writing for himself last month and he’d like to try that again sometime soon. Apparently our Boots is something of a writer in the making!
For now, though, he’s been keeping himself busy being a shameless flirt. On one of the times I stopped by to see him this month, I sat down on the sofa next to him, and he hopped right down. I thought perhaps our love affair was cooling. But no, he just wanted to get down so he could jump up onto my lap again. And then jump down again. And then jump up again. And then down again. And then…well, you get the picture. It would seem that day, at least, he considered me his very own personal cat tree. Fine by me – as long as he gives me some cuddles afterwards (which he very obligingly did).
Last week, I made the mistake of stopping to talk with a (lowly) person before I made my way to sit with Boots, and by the time I got to him, he was settled in his crate for the night. (He still needs to be crated when there aren’t people around, in case he goes on an Oksana-beating tear.) Oh, the look he gave me, when he realized that I had arrived too late to give him his proper lap time. You do not know guilt until Boots has fixed his eyes upon you in the depths of sorrow. I opened his crate to pet him a bit, but I couldn’t let him out, and that was what he wanted. He was definitely not satisfied with that visit! I’ll have to find out this week if he’s decided to forgive me all the way or not. I sure hope so, because I have to admit, I’ve gotten hooked on this sometime bad boy’s affections.
In terms of medical news, it was a fairly uneventful month for our Boots. He had a little bald-ish spot show up on his shoulder, and at Tabby’s Place, any bald-ish spot raises the spectre of ringworm. Ringworm itself isn’t particularly uncomfortable for a cat, but the treatment – a several-weeks-long series of sulfur lime dips – is uncomfortable for cats and humans alike. I cannot imagine that Boots would be a cooperative patient for dipping, either!
Thankfully, the spot was not the dreaded fungus, but more likely was a reaction to a dose of flea treatment. We made note of this and will be using something different when he needs flea treatment in the future. Why, though, did we treat our indoor-only boy with flea medication? Earlier this month, one of those nasty little biting bugs leapt off Boots’ roomie Gingko, so, just to be safe, we treated all the Community cats with anti-flea medication.
Whether it’s Boots himself leaping from lap to floor to lap again, or nasty little insects leaping from cat to cat, there’s never a dull moment in the Tabby’s Place lobby. Thank you for supporting our Boots no matter what adventures come his way!