Day Two

Sooo....

To follow up from yesterday:

After talking to the vet, we agreed to have Frost bathed, hoping whatever smell is so dang offensive to Eli would be washed away.

Now that sounds like a good idea. But you try putting Frost in a carrier. The idiots that try to catch greased pigs at the county fair have it easier - at least they aren't threatened with bites.

Daughter put on oven mitts after we finally cornered Frost in the kitchen. He was NOT happy.

The vet thought it also might be a good idea to sedate Eli, (just a little) so that perhaps when Frost came home, smelling all great like the vet office, Eli would be so chill they could kiss and make up.

Eli is now on Prozac.

Laugh if you want. But you try shoving a pill down a 21 pound cat's throat.

Uh-huh.

Not quite as funny as you thought.

Okay, okay, it's funny. And fun. In fact, next time we need to do something like this I'll call you and you can come right over and join in the hilarity.

When Frost got home, he flew under the bed, not giving Eli a chance to attack. Eli doesn't seem inclined to do anything other than look at Frost curiously as if wondering what the heck his problem is. 

More will be revealed. Let's hope it's all good.

We got a new tire for the wheel barrow.

No worker has showed up yet to do the promised yard work.

Mimi is walking fine now.

Daughter went to the library and they are still there.

Maybe they just forgot to pay their phone bill.

Please say a little prayer that the boys will be all happy by tomorrow and there will be no more cat fights at our house.

Or I may  have to take one of Eli's Prozacs.

Fidget Spinner? Nope, just my head.

You know how you have days when you look back and go: What the heck? 

Well, my day started like that on Saturday morning and hasn't stopped. And it's ding dang Tuesday.

First of all, on Friday night, Husband accidentally locked Frost, our cat, on the back porch all night. 

Other than  knocking over a plant and peeing in the floor, it didn't appear damage had been done. After all, the porch is screened in and on the second floor. 

He waltzed in and wanted food. All seemed to be well. 

A few hours later he and our other tom, Eli, went back on the porch and that's when the fight broke out.

Suddenly Eli went berserk. At first we thought a wild animal was outside, but it was Eli and he was attacking Frost.

Now: Eli is a young Maine Coon whose bones and muscle weighs in at 21 pounds. He is a polydactyl, which means he has twelve claws in front and ten in back. His canines are HUGE. 

Frost is an older, declawed (came that way from the shelter) 19 pounds of blubber.

In other words, he doesn't stand a chance.

And every time Eli got close enough to sniff Frost, the fight was on.
We have sprayed water in Eli's face. We have separated them as much as possible.

It's a nightmare. 

So, I called the vet. He agrees something outside changed the way Frost smells. So tomorrow, to further traumatize the cat, we will take  him to the vet for a bath.

We are going to give Eli a chill pill. So when Frost gets back (they will have to sedate him to bathe him, trust me), we'll have two drunk cats. Let's hope when they sober up, and Frost no longer smells funky, all will be well.

What else?

Well, our electricity was off for over three hours last night, which means we don't have water either.

I made the mistake of trying to speak with a customer service rep. at AT&T and almost lost my mind.

Our wheel barrow had a flat tire.

We got stood up for the fifth time for yard work.

Oh, and Mimi (our other cat) got a gimpy leg so bad on Sunday she could barely walk. But yesterday she was better, and today you can barely  notice she's favoring the leg a little. But Sunday, she was pitiful.

I tried to call the local public library today to inquire about a book. The number had been disconnected. I tried twice. Daughter rolled her eyes, took the phone from her senile mother and dialed the number. It had been disconnected for her, too.

I'm sure there's more, but frankly, I just can't think about it anymore.