Zorro the traumatized housecat
Never leave eggs boiling and leave to go to a doctor’s appointment. They will run out of water and blow up all over your kitchen. Your house will be filled with an awful smelling smoke, you will have a terrible mess to clean up, and your cat will be traumatized. My poor little Zorro has been traumatized before on several occasions. First, of all, her umbilical cord was attached to a dead sibling. Her mother did not love her and take care of her because she believed that if Angela and Nancy Jones would leave her alone she would die. Her throat was slit by some unknown assailant. Again her mother thought she would die, but she was wrong again.
She became a house cat which was rather traumatic because she did not really like people. Recently she spent her Christmas vacation to the Smokies hidden under a bed, but actually not an entire bed. You know how motel beds have a metal frame around them. Who knows why. Maybe to keep people from leaving something under them like dirty underwear or shoes, or maybe it keeps rapists from hiding under the beds waiting for some poor victim. I don’t know why, but I do know it is just about four inches from the bedspread to the metal railing, which is not a very large area for a frightened cat to live for four days. Even though she had two beds, it still is pretty close quarters. She would have to carefully calculate when she could come out to use her litter box and run from one bed to the other because she was very afraid of her Aunt Howie. While her Aunt Howie was a house guest, Zorro was confined to the upstairs area of her own home, while Auntie was able to run freely through the living area, kitchen, and dining area. Zorro was indeed happy to not have to abandon her two bathtubs. One is her litter box area and the other is used for a “Calgon take me away,” but without the Calgon and for sure without the water. One traumatic part of her aunt’s visit for about a month was that her people mother would spend almost all of her time with the aunt. Aunt Howie, Mammy’s only grandchild, was spoiled rotten. Howie would let Mammy rock her lying on her back with all four feet up in the air. When Mammy would take Howie out for walks, she would carry her in and out to avoid the cats and more importantly the little humps of leaves or pine needles covering very undesirable substances, which had already found a new home on four shoes in very recent times. Howie escaped stepping in it, all but once, but that is pretty miraculous when thirteen cats all share the same rest area. Howie got all of the Mammy’s attention, except a quick emptying of Zorro’s litter and a few quick words when she came to bed, if she came upstairs to bed. Lots of nights, she would just sleep downstairs with Howie in the recliner or on the couch. It was very traumatic for Zorro, when Howie would come upstairs to look for her mammy. One time, Howie chased Zorro all over the upstairs. Zorro thought she had escaped when she jumped up on the bed, but Howie continued right behind her. Once again under the bed was her refuge. Of course, the most traumatic experience of Zorro’s life since becoming a house cat was being locked in her older sister’s bedroom for two days without water or food. She had food and water in her bathroom, but could not get out to go to it. She wins the medal for “Cat Who Goes the Longest without using a litter box or the floor” or possibly “Cat Who Can Hide Where She Used the Bathroom for the Longest.” (Of course if the room is already full of crap, it is much easier to hide a little bit of cat crap.) She scratched all the fur off her nose and the side of one side of her face trying to open the door. She usually opens and sometimes closes the doors because they are closed loosely. I am sure there will be more traumas, but maybe they will be less traumatic. She is ready to be toilet trained now and she wants to be a hair stylist when she grows up. She does well styling hair of both sexes. She will take her paw and part off a small amount of hair. She then licks it, scratches out any hair spray, and then styles it with her paw. She only knows a Phyllis Diller style at the present time, but is anxious to go to vocational school to learn more styles. She for sure will be in the gifted group.
In case, you are wondering why this is all one long paragraph, Zorro is afraid of change, and possibly that would include changing paragraphs.
She became a house cat which was rather traumatic because she did not really like people. Recently she spent her Christmas vacation to the Smokies hidden under a bed, but actually not an entire bed. You know how motel beds have a metal frame around them. Who knows why. Maybe to keep people from leaving something under them like dirty underwear or shoes, or maybe it keeps rapists from hiding under the beds waiting for some poor victim. I don’t know why, but I do know it is just about four inches from the bedspread to the metal railing, which is not a very large area for a frightened cat to live for four days. Even though she had two beds, it still is pretty close quarters. She would have to carefully calculate when she could come out to use her litter box and run from one bed to the other because she was very afraid of her Aunt Howie. While her Aunt Howie was a house guest, Zorro was confined to the upstairs area of her own home, while Auntie was able to run freely through the living area, kitchen, and dining area. Zorro was indeed happy to not have to abandon her two bathtubs. One is her litter box area and the other is used for a “Calgon take me away,” but without the Calgon and for sure without the water. One traumatic part of her aunt’s visit for about a month was that her people mother would spend almost all of her time with the aunt. Aunt Howie, Mammy’s only grandchild, was spoiled rotten. Howie would let Mammy rock her lying on her back with all four feet up in the air. When Mammy would take Howie out for walks, she would carry her in and out to avoid the cats and more importantly the little humps of leaves or pine needles covering very undesirable substances, which had already found a new home on four shoes in very recent times. Howie escaped stepping in it, all but once, but that is pretty miraculous when thirteen cats all share the same rest area. Howie got all of the Mammy’s attention, except a quick emptying of Zorro’s litter and a few quick words when she came to bed, if she came upstairs to bed. Lots of nights, she would just sleep downstairs with Howie in the recliner or on the couch. It was very traumatic for Zorro, when Howie would come upstairs to look for her mammy. One time, Howie chased Zorro all over the upstairs. Zorro thought she had escaped when she jumped up on the bed, but Howie continued right behind her. Once again under the bed was her refuge. Of course, the most traumatic experience of Zorro’s life since becoming a house cat was being locked in her older sister’s bedroom for two days without water or food. She had food and water in her bathroom, but could not get out to go to it. She wins the medal for “Cat Who Goes the Longest without using a litter box or the floor” or possibly “Cat Who Can Hide Where She Used the Bathroom for the Longest.” (Of course if the room is already full of crap, it is much easier to hide a little bit of cat crap.) She scratched all the fur off her nose and the side of one side of her face trying to open the door. She usually opens and sometimes closes the doors because they are closed loosely. I am sure there will be more traumas, but maybe they will be less traumatic. She is ready to be toilet trained now and she wants to be a hair stylist when she grows up. She does well styling hair of both sexes. She will take her paw and part off a small amount of hair. She then licks it, scratches out any hair spray, and then styles it with her paw. She only knows a Phyllis Diller style at the present time, but is anxious to go to vocational school to learn more styles. She for sure will be in the gifted group.
In case, you are wondering why this is all one long paragraph, Zorro is afraid of change, and possibly that would include changing paragraphs.
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