Wow. Well, it's official. When things couldn't get any more wild or exciting, Sammie (the cat) pulled a number to thicken the plot. Somehow, some way, Mr. Samcat -- an indoor cat, mind you -- wound up breaking his left hind leg (poor little guy). Who knows how it happened, really. A WWF reenactment gone awry? Sammie's latest Cirque du Soleil trick not quite up to snuff? Or, maybe a broken leg is the meow nouveau -- a new interpretation of the old attention-getting meow. A true meow is so "ten minutes ago", and not gritty enough. Better to go for the gold with a flashy cast and melodrama. All are plausible reasons. Not to forget, Sammie is also the stray little kitten who had a broken front leg when we first took him in 9 years ago; and, the one who now receives IV infusions of B-complex infused lactated ringers and other drugs to combat his own kidney problems -- Feline Renal Failure.
Way to go champ, such a team player. Way to spice up my already jam packed social schedule, what with 95% dedicated to Craig and the other 5% to cats. Loving the odds. I suppose I'll remove my name from Denver's most eligible list, after all.
This only gives more proof that I will definitely need to make sure any marriage licenses are signed and dried before revealing the obvious family voodoo curse.
This is for all the times I jumped on Mayflies, isn't it? Damn.
I say this with a smile. I'd do anything for the lil guy, and feel more than a little guilty it happened.
~E
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