My Baby Cat

September 12th, 2009 by Two-Legs

This post is about my pet cat, Money-Honey. Money-Honey was born in 2001. (If I remember correctly)
She had 3 brothers and a sister. Her mom decided she was going to have them in our bedroom, which was located upstairs.
I remember when they were first born that this tri-colored little kitten was particuliarly curious and was moving all around the blanket lined cardboard box much sooner them the others.
Later on I found out just how smart she is. LOL
After their eyes were open, mama cat decided it was time to introduce them to the litter box. (which was located down stairs)
Mama would grab each one by the back of the neck and carry them down the steps. and then when they were all down stairs she would lead them over to the litter box and the food and water dish.

Pause in story, For those who are wondering why we didn’t move the water, food and litter box upstairs. we did plce a litter box in the upstairs bathroom and there were food and water dishes set up in the corner of our bedroom. (Mama cat apparently didn’t like change.)

Money-Honey, being the ever so curious risk taking kitten she was.
Some how injured her paw around the time the kittens were able to go up and down the stairs on their own.
One morning I found her sitting at the top of the stairs looking down, mewwing at me all the while holding her front paw up.
All her siblings had gone downstairs for their morning meal.
So, I picked her up patted her and carried her down the stairs.
She limped over to the food and water dish and proceded to eat.
Later, after they ate. All the kittens worked their way back up over the stairs for the mid day nap. But not Money-Honey. She went over and laid on the rug in the living room.
That evening after they all had their supper and went back upstairs, Money-Honey decided she wanted to go back up.
She sat at the bottom of the stairs and cried and cried.
I picked her up, made of her and took her upstairs to the box.
This was the start of a daily routine that lasted for over a week.
I was starting to get concerned about her front paw and was contemplating making an appointment with the local vet when I caught on to what was happening.
I caught her romping around the bedroom floor tackleing and play fighting with one of her sisters. She was fully useing her front paw and showed no sign what so ever of any pain.
And like clock work, when the others went down stairs she stopped at the top and meowed and meowed for me to carry her down stairs.
When I refused to show up and get her, she went down on her own and didn’t show no sign of pain. No limping, no more meowing.
The little smartie had tricked me into giving her free “rides” up and down the stairs. LOL
… to be continued

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