Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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Happy second birthday to my puffy girl.

Today is Alice Price-Healy Little Liddel Abernathy McGuire's second birthday. As of today, she can't be considered a kitten by even the most generous of standards, and must, at last, be afforded the sacred title of "cat." This does not prevent her sleeping on her back for hours with her soft white belly exposed. Nor does it cause her to develop an ounce of dignity. But it does make her wonderful.

I love all three of my cats, and I try not to play favorites. Right now, however, Alice is definitely my favorite, simply by virtue of not being dead. It's hard to express in words just how badly she frightened me when she got sick. Now, finally, she's shiny and grooming herself and talking to me in audible registers, rather than just making this heart-breaking rasping sound. She's better. I'm still going to keep a close eye on her throughout the winter, because this isn't sort of thing you forget quickly, but she's better. And right now, that makes her my favorite.

To celebrate Alice's birthday, she's getting a thorough grooming, possibly including claw-clipping if I can find where she's most recently hidden the clippers, and then I'm going to sit still for several hours while she gets love. There is no better gift one can give a cat.

Happy birthday, Alice. This is only the beginning.
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So glad she's doing well. My big white guy, Sam, had urinary blockage in November 2007 and I came *so close* to having to put him down for lack of funds to pay for treatment at the emergency clinic, and then follow-up care. *shuddertwitch* Terrifying. The relief afterward and appreciation for having him around is indescribable. He was my fave before that, and definitely has been since.
Oh, wow.

I am so glad he's okay.
Less than a year after he blocked, there was an afternoon when I was positive he'd blocked again, and was Sobbing because there was no way I could pay for treatment and no way my parents or friends could help me out, either. I decided to wait and see how he was a little bit later, just in case him acting like his belly was tender was just him in a Mood, and was beyond relieved when he was back to his usual mellow self after an hour or so.