Mary, queen of cats

I know it has been quite a while since I have posted anything on Mary’s blog. I have good reason – I have been preoccupied and consumed by trying to stop the seal cull in Namibia.

But something happened last night that reminded me that I must make time to post on Mary’s blog at least once a week. Part of owning a cat means putting up with the fact that cats puke every now and again. Mostly they do this just after they have eaten grass or if there is a fur ball in their digestive system that is due to be expelled.
Unfortunately this is the part that I really don’t particularly enjoy – I have a weak stomach and I find cleaning up any form of bodily fluids (human or non-human) kind of gross. Okay fine, not kind of, just plain gross. I swear one day, if I ever have children, I don’t care how poor I am, I will hire someone to change nappies and mop up any bodily expulsions.

I woke up last night when I felt my left arm lying in something wet and cold. Upon closer investigation (which took about 2 seconds), I realised my sweet, sweet Mary puked on me while I was blissfully sleeping. I don’t know how on earth I slept through it as the racking and coughing and wheezing and choking sounds she makes as a prelude to puking is rather….. hard to miss or ignore. The worst is, it was mostly soggy biscuits with a teeny little fur ball all mixed together in gob.

After I cleaned it up, my partner said I should have taken a photo of it. I hardly think this is the kind of thing I want to be reminded of – looking at all the goo knowing she left that little gift on me while I was sleeping.

One look at her face though, makes everything forgiven!

Mommy’s pretty little puker

Or at least I think so! Mary now has her very own Facebook profile under the name Mary QoC. Please feel free to add her as a friend and spread the news of her Facebook debut!

So I was on leave this week and planned to spend at least two days with Mary. That of course, did not happen. I managed to put my foot down and spend one whole day with her. I was out most of the time and left her window open. This changed Mary. I have not seen her this happy in quite a while.

But of course, Mary does things that we simply don’t understand. The window is open, but she prefers to stay inside. The moment the window closes, she HAS to go out. This makes little to no sense to me. I wish I knew what went on in her mind.

I moved the furniture around inside the apartment, and Mary now has her own little “jungle gym”. This “jungle gym” comprises her two stands on either side of two big trunks I placed on top of each other. These trunks are covered with a large piece of textile and on top is her blanket, neatly folded up. This construction is place by our big window. When I open the curtains, she has the most magnificent view. But NO. Madam is scarcely interested in this beautiful little nook. She has chosen a new mat next to my partner’s side of the bed, which she frequently “attacks”. We have even gone so far as to put this mat on the bed and man she was as happy as a pig in poo.

On a more serious note – two cats of the same unit on our complex disappeared on the same day. I find this massively disconcerting. One cat missing, one can understand. But two cats from the same household on the same day?

We will have to keep a very close eye on Mary.