Since I'd like to live long enough to finish all the books I'm writing, I decided it was time to Take Certain Steps towards securing Lilly's safety. Step one was a collar (tragically with bell). She tolerated the collar with astonishingly good grace, and so tonight, while I was out running errands, I instigated step two.
I bought her a tag.
The front of it says 'Lilly'* and gives my phone number; the back says, in large, friendly letters, 'INDOOR CAT.' Hopefully, this means that if she gets out, anyone who finds her will realize that she doesn't belong there, and contact me. My address isn't on the tag, simply because that would require it either be very large (which she wouldn't tolerate), or that the text be very small (which makes it less likely that people will actually read it).
She has her tag and her cursed bell now, and has discovered that the two of them together can be used to make a hideous cacophony as she trots around the house. On the plus side, this means I always know where my cat is. And that's...soothing.
(*Her full name is Lillian Kane Moskowitz Munster Cavanaugh-Sawyer McGuire. That definitely wasn't going to fit on a tag.)
December 11 2008, 04:04:57 UTC 8 years ago
We're going to the Pet Food Express for PHOTO WITH SANTA next weekend.
December 11 2008, 04:15:12 UTC 8 years ago
Once it's taken, of course.
Because yes!
December 11 2008, 14:33:47 UTC 8 years ago
And of course Lilly is enjoying her new noisemakers. She's a Siamese - the louder the better.
"Mom! You must really love me! You got me *jingle bells* for the holidays! Now about that drum set I asked Santa Cat for..."
December 13 2008, 04:46:07 UTC 8 years ago
December 13 2008, 05:41:59 UTC 8 years ago