Yes, another post about my pet drama. Riveting, I know. But I figured you were all just waiting with bated breath to see the outcome. And I'm going to share it with you even though there really hasn't been an outcome just yet.
On Tuesday morning I was so excited to tell everyone that Dexter hadn't run away for a full week! And then he ran away. Again. I wouldn't even had known (we were busy getting ready/running late for a play date) if our neighbor hadn't come over to tell us that he had gotten out. Again. She said that this time, he didn't even slow down. He just took off running.
I have to say I'm starting to take this a little personally. And it's also getting rather annoying. We're thinking about getting Dexter a dog (a smaller, less hyper dog) so that he's not lonely. But don't worry, I'll keep you posted.
Personally, I think Dexter is having some sort of doggy mid-life crises. The weirdest thing is that recently he has started being quite a bit more....um, attentive to me. He follows me everywhere. No really, EVERYWHERE. He has even gone so far as to stand between me and my girls (in a guarding way) when they try to approach me. He's taking his protective nature a little too far although he has not been aggressive to the girls. This has happened before, but only when I've been sick. And I'm not sick. It's weird. Maybe he has been more offended about being the lowest man on the totem pole than I realized.
Now onto Lucy. Poor Lucy. I was so excited because he had gone almost two whole weeks without throwing up and there was light at the end of the tunnel. Expensive light, but light none the less. That was before I realized that he threw up sometime in the middle of the night. On the carpeted stairs, of course. I still feel very torn. It's been several weeks that he's been on the medication, but he still doesn't look like he is gaining weight to me. And when he's not throwing up he seems to be a very happy and healthy cat. He jumps up into my lap and purrs. And insists on being in the middle of everything. It's hard because he just really doesn't act like he's miserable, but I have to wonder. I think I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that we're going to have to put him to sleep instead of him passing away on his own, but I'm just not quite ready for that. Of course, you will all know when that unfortunate time comes. I'll be needy and pathetic and accepting gifts of condolences and affection from my many admirers. I'll get a post office box to be prepared.