Sunday, March 20, 2011

Bacon Meets Its Match - The Price Saga

Price and the Sheep (Leo) in the sunshine by the stove.
Price had been in such pain, so miserable, so uncoaxable with his food.  His burns looked like bacon.

Last night, he was standing by the kindling pile, face-marking. Dan later saw him  sink his claws into the cat-tree and dig at it, straining his whole body backwards on his hind legs, in a way that looked painful, but that he obviously wasn't bothered by.

This morning, suddenly -- he got up and followed me around until I fed him.  I made him get out of the way during the wood-loading -- so he cornered Jim (the new/low cat) and smacked him.  Later, when Jim was complaining because now he is House Cat and doesn't get let outside to beat up the neighbors any more, he stopped and hissed at Price.  Price sat down and gave him, his "Yes?  Do you need another one?" look.

Maybe... I don't want to jinx anything, but thank all of you for the Love-Voodoo for Price.

4 comments:

Leanne Franson said...

Yay! Sounds like he's planning to stick around and hold his territory for awhile yet! yay!

rothschild said...

Haha, yeah--when the patient starts acting feisty, they are definitely on the mend! Such a relief. And you guys are very good caregivers, give yourselves a pat on the back for it.

sledpress said...

Go Price!

Donna Barr said...

Thank all of you for the Love Voodoo! Couldn't have done it without you. <3

Check out the next post; he's back to lying in front of the stove on his side, instead of hunched up. And today he killed the cat-tree, and then gave a little "Gonna-kill-everything" glare as he left it.